His voice softened as he coaxed, kissing the damp corner of my eye with a tenderness that would have melted me in any other moment.
But not now.
Now, all I felt was a wave of disgust that churned in my chest, the memory of what had just unfolded making my stomach turn.
I silently pushed him away, stepping back, the distance between us growing with each passing second.
Cooper’s eyes sharpened at my withdrawal, unease creeping into his expression. He hesitated before speaking, his voice tinged with caution. “Wife… I really know I was wrong. How about you take a look at your birthday gift?”
He paused, then with a slight quiver in his voice, added, “This time, it’s something special. A necklace I designed myself. I named it Lunaria, using one of the characters from your name.”
He eagerly opened the gift box, his eyes locked on me, brimming with anticipation.
My emotions surged and when I caught sight of the necklace, it nearly shattered me.
Cooper, which version of you was the real one?
Before we married, countless suitors had come and gone, but with my family's misfortune, I had never believed in love.
Most gave up after a few rejections, but not him. He chased me relentlessly for three years.