“And the ending? President Payne soothed her a little and went back to playing the next day.”
“Maybe she finally knows he doesn’t care about her tears. Looks like she learned something?”
“Haha, maybe she’s trying to copy that online ‘strong female lead washing underwear with a cold face’ trope? Too bad she didn’t cry this time.”
Laughter broke out again and again.
They believed I was acting like the “respectable wife.”
I heard every whisper but didn’t respond, only held my stomach and stared outside the window.
Fireworks burst one after another in the night sky. I had planned them for my own thirtieth birthday.
The lights reflected on the glass and also showed in my eyes, bright and brief, impossible to keep.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t hurting.
I had just cried too much, and I was tired.
After the banquet ended, I had just taken off my gown when Grandma Ravenna stormed in.
Her face was pale from anger, her cane hit the floor loudly, and she told someone to call Zion.
No one answered.
She had the butler throw the streamer’s livestream onto the tablet, turned on the mic, and said in a cold voice, “Zion, get back here right now.”