NovelEnglishChapter 3
The next morning, Lorenzo was up early, preparing an elaborate breakfast spread,
He'd prepared a gourmet breakfast spread - eggs benedict, fresh croissants, and my favorite blueberry scones
from that little French bakery downtown.
“Try this,” he murmured, holding up a forkful of perfectly poached egg. “Just like our first breakfast together,
remember?” His voice was dripping with manufactured tenderness,
Across the table, Isabella pouted until Lorenzo discreetly texted her: “I'll make it up to you later. Anything you
want. Just don’t make a scene in front of her.”
Satisfied, Isabella threwa contemptuous glance before leaving the table, deliberately brushing against
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I ignored Lorenzo's offered bite, pretending to fumble with my utensils as | ate something else. Mistaking my
behavior for sulking, he insisted on takingout after breakfast.
He'd rented a luxury yacht and invited friends for what he claimed was my birthday celebration.
Throughout the journey, Lorenzo held my hand tightly, ostensibly to preventfrom falling, reminiscing about
our past happiness. | remained silent, bitter irony mixing with pain in my chest.
I'd once believed in “till death do us part.” What a joke that turned out to be. Lorenzo craved excitement and
younger flesh, forgetting our wedding vows.
The yacht’s deck was covered in red rose petals. He knew | hated roses - they were Isabella’s favorite. How
fitting that even my birthday celebration wasn’t really for me.
“Remember? We got married right here,” Lorenzo's voice cracked with emotion, a tear rolling down his cheek. He
guided my finger to touch his tear. Such a convincing performance of devotion.
If he hadn't betrayed me, | might have been moved to tears myself. He had lovedonce, but now that love
belonged to Isabella.
| withdrew my hand, my face expressionless. Lorenzo’s hurt expression lasted mere seconds before his eyes lit
up, looking past me.
Isabella appeared in a custom designer gown that made my simple outfit look dowdy by comparison. “Happy
birthday, madam,” she purred, sliding next to Lorenzo and gripping his hand despite the crowd.
“Everything's ready, sir,” she announced. “Shall | count down?”
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“Three!” “Two!” “One!”
The night sky erupted with fireworks, painting the darkness with brilliant colors. Standing there, Lorenzo and
Isabella looked like the real couple. The fireworks spelled out Isabella’s name, not mine.
This birthday celebration, like the fireworks, wasn’t meant forat all.
Suddenly, Lorenzo asked the housekeeper to watch me. “Be good, darling. I'll be right back,” he kissed my
forehead before hurrying away with Isabella.
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