Chapter 3

"I want fries, Tucker!"

A friend calling me to order ended on the same note as the last line in the chat.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly went quiet for a few seconds.

I finished ordering and handed it to the attendant.

I put my trembling hands under the table and smiled.

"What a coincidence."

"But from what I'm hearing, Miss Scott sounds like a mistress."

"Tucker!" Muniz suddenly called out.

Meeting my calm eyes, he forced an ugly smile.

"Tucker, don't talk to others so rudely."

Before I could answer, Scott suddenly raised her voice.

"I'm not a mistress."

She looked at Muniz, full of defiance.

"My boyfriend and I are each other's first love. We gave each other our first kisses, our first times."

"It's just that his family is too stubborn and won't approve of us being together. Otherwise we wouldn't have separated!"

"He and his girlfriend are just in an open marriage alliance. His girlfriend has a one-sided crush on him. His parents forced them together."

Scott vented her emotions freely, swiping through screens.

"The day before May 17, we celebrated his birthday together."

"His flight was at 11 PM, but he dragged it out until 9 before heading to the airport. He almost missed his flight."

"Before leaving, he bought me flowers. We ate cake together and made love for a long time."

"This is the birthday gift he gave me. I just looked at it once on his phone, and he took a photo and gave it to me."

It was a brilliant aquamarine ring.

"He said he'd only ever buy a ring for me in this lifetime."

I was somewhat stunned.

I was at that auction too. I also wanted that ring, but some stranger bid on it directly.

Muniz consoled me at the time, saying he'd buy me an even more beautiful one.

But now we were already engaged.

I touched my bare fingers and suddenly realized Muniz had never bought me a ring.

Scott scrolled back to the 17th. I saw in the sliding screenshots.

Even though he was by my side, Muniz had been sweet-talking her from morning till night.

Those beautiful sceneries—she had a share of them too.

Beautiful travel jewelry—Muniz had them all noted in his memos, saying the packages were on the way.

And there was a photo of a cake.

In the shadow, I saw my own clothes and half my chin.

I saw myself with hands clasped together, eyes closed, making a wish to always be with the person I loved.

At that moment, he was beside me, typing to Scott.

"This cake is delicious. I'll buy it for you to try next time."