Chapter 2

Nancy Davis POV

I didn’t go home. I took a cab straight to the immigration agency.

“I want to immigrate. The sooner, the better,” I said.

The immigration agent said that with expedited processing, it could be done within a month. I nodded and left my documents there.

When I got home and pushed open the door, the maid immediately came up to me, her face full of worry. “Mrs. Foster, where did you go? Mr. Foster has been looking for you like crazy. He called so many times and told you to call him back right away!”

I took out my phone and saw dozens of missed calls. I called back, and he picked up after one ring.

“Nancy! Where did you go? Why didn’t you answer your phone?” His voice was breathless, as if he truly had been anxious.

As I walked toward the walk-in closet, I answered, “I went shopping. My phone was in my bag, so I didn’t hear it.”

Theodore Foster clearly let out a sigh of relief. “From now on, keep your phone in your hand when you go out. Don’t make me worry, okay?”

After a pause, he said again, “I was negotiating with a client earlier. My phone was on silent, so I missed your call. What did you need me for? Did you miss me?”

I gave a soft mm-hmm.

Theodore Foster chuckled in satisfaction, and his tone softened too. “I still have to be away on business for another two days. I’ll definitely make it back for your mother’s birthday.”

How hard it must be for him. While honeymooning with his new wife, he still had to remember to celebrate the birthday of the mother of his ex-wife.

After hanging up, I walked into the walk-in closet.

Haute couture gowns, limited-edition handbags, and high-end jewelry filled the room.

I ran my hand over a Himalaya Birkin. He had bought it for me when his company earned its first ten million. Back then, he had held me and said he would never let me suffer again, that whatever other people had, I would have too.

Beside it was a one-of-a-kind haute couture gown. He had custom ordered it for me for his company’s fifth anniversary annual gala. That day, standing onstage in front of everyone, he said, “The most important person today is my wife.”

In the jewelry cabinet, there was a necklace he had bought for eighty million at auction. On the day his company went public, he personally put it around my neck and said he wanted to make me a woman everyone envied.

He clasped it around my neck with his own hands. “Nancy, I will make you a woman everyone envies.”

Once, I thought these expensive things represented his love. Only now did I understand they were merely apology gifts for each time he failed to show up. He had spent a lot of money, but he had long since stopped spending any thought.

I called the butler over and told him to put everything away and contact an auction house. The butler froze and asked me, “Everything?”

I said yes. Everything. Not one piece left.

The butler did not ask anything else and turned to make the arrangements.

Two days later, Theodore Foster came back.

The moment he entered, he buried his face in my neck. “Nancy, I missed you so much. Business trips are exhausting. Only when I hold you do I feel like I’ve come back to life.”

I couldn’t control myself as I thought of the wedding, of Theodore Foster in his groom’s suit, gazing at Sophie Scott with deep affection.

I forced back my tears and instinctively took a step back.

He didn’t notice. From behind his back, he took out a dark-blue gift box and handed it to me.

“Open it. I bought it especially for you.”

I opened it and saw a diamond bracelet. I casually set it on the entryway console.

“Let’s go to bed early. Tomorrow we have to go to the hospital to see my mother.”

He paused, probably sensing that my reaction was off. He looked at me a few times, but said nothing and nodded.

The next morning, I was drinking coffee when he came out of the bedroom, wearing the dark-gray suit I had matched for him the night before.

He walked up to me, lowered his head, and handed me his tie, asking me to tie it for him.

I stood up, straightened his collar, and tied his tie. Then I asked casually, “When you’re on business trips, who ties your tie for you?”

I looked at him and smiled. His smile froze for an instant, panic flashing through his eyes before he quickly returned to normal. “I can only do it myself. I can never get it right. Nancy still does it best.”

I did not say anything else.

On the way to the hospital, his phone rang. In the reflection of the car window, I saw two words pop up on the screen: Sophie Scott. He glanced at me nervously. Seeing that I was looking out the window, he answered the call.