Chapter 2

"An old friend?" I stared straight into his eyes, my gaze full of doubt. "So you need to personally change her shoes for her?"

"Frost!" Nathan's voice dropped noticeably. "Don't make a scene in public."

Those words cut into my heart like a knife.

Lillian stood up, supporting her waist, and walked to Nathan's side. Her eyes looked timidly at me. "Frost, don't misunderstand. Nathan only helped me because it's hard for me to bend down. If it bothers you, I won't ask him for help anymore."

"Lillian, sit down. Don't stand." Nathan immediately reached out to support her. When he turned to look at me, his eyes had gone completely cold. "Go back to work. We'll talk when I get home tonight."

I watched their shoulders pressed together and suddenly felt like the two theater tickets in my purse were a joke.

I set the tray down heavily on a nearby table. My voice was oddly calm. "Nathan, today is our wedding anniversary."

Nathan froze for a moment. Regret flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by irritation. "I said we'll talk when I get home. Lillian needs someone with her right now."

I didn't say anything else. I turned around and walked out of the VIP area, step by step.

The pain in my heels had gone numb. It was replaced by an unbearable ache in my chest.

At eleven that night, I sat on the living room sofa.

The two theater tickets I'd spent so much money on were torn to shreds, lying quietly in the trash can.

The door lock turned. Nathan walked in, bringing with him a faint smell of disinfectant.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" He loosened his tie and glanced at the cold food on the table, his brow furrowing.

"You went to the hospital?" I caught the faint antiseptic smell on him. I didn't look at him. My voice sounded especially jarring in the empty living room.

Nathan's movements paused. He walked over and sat across from me. "Lillian's stomach wasn't feeling well. I took her to the hospital for a checkup."

"Nathan, let's get a divorce." I raised my head and looked at him calmly.

Nathan's expression darkened instantly.

He laughed coldly and leaned back against the sofa. "Frost, are you done throwing your tantrum? I told you, Lillian is a widow now, and she's pregnant. What's wrong with me helping her? Do you have to be this petty?"

"You want to help her, does that require you to buy her a luxury apartment in the best part of New York?" I slapped a copy of a property purchase agreement on the table.

I'd found it by accident in Nathan's study that afternoon.

Nathan's expression shifted, but then he spoke defensively. "I used my personal funds for that apartment. I didn't touch any of our marital assets. She just got back to the country. She needs somewhere to live, doesn't she?"

"Nathan, do you think I'm an idiot?" My eyes reddened. "Do you dare tell me that you and her are just friends?"

Nathan fell silent.

After a moment, he stood up and looked down at me. "Frost, the position of Mrs. Blackwell is yours. No one can take it from you. But I'm warning you, don't go after Lillian. She can't handle stress right now."

With that, he turned and walked into the guest room, slamming the door shut.

I sat in the darkness. Finally, my tears fell.

Turns out five years together couldn't compete with one tear from his first love.