Chapter 2
At 1 a.m., Ewen Wood finally brought a sleeping Demir Wood home.
Ewen Wood noticed the cake box in the trash bag and paused for a moment. “Sorry, I forgot your birthday!”
I responded coolly, “No worries, you guys must be exhausted from your travels today.”
Seeing I wasn’t upset, Ewen Wood let out a small sigh of relief.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and rummaged through his suitcase, pulling out a crumpled box.
“A little souvenir from Felecia Ford for you.”
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“She was thinking about you a lot, mentioned wanting to bring a gift for you all along the way. You normally get so jealous of her.”
I sneered. Does the freebie from a hotel suite count as a gift?
But doesn’t this indirectly prove they all stayed in the same room?
As I looked at the gift, I noticed a purple bracelet on Ewen Wood’s wrist.
I recognized this bracelet–Felecia Ford had posted it on Instagram; it’s a parent–child bracelet they bought at a tourist spot. Felecia Ford has one too.
I felt a wave of nausea and, with a blank expression, pushed his hand away.
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
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Ewen Wood’s hand and smile froze in the air.
After a moment, he awkwardly withdrew the box, frowning as he scolded me, “Stop with this petty housewife jealousy. You should learn from Felecia Ford–how to be sensible and sociable. Anyone who marries her is bound for success.”
I put down what I was doing, slowly turned to him, and articulated each word: “Ewen Wood, eight years ago when I was pregnant, you said you needed to focus on your career and didn’t trust the old folks with the baby, so you asked me to quit my job and hold down the fort for you. And now you accuse me of not seeing the big picture?”
A flash of guilt crossed Ewen Wood’s eyes, but he stayed defensive. “That’s not what I meant, you’re just too sensitive.”
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I felt debating with him was pointless, so I ignored him and walked into the dining room.
Ewen Wood hesitated for a moment before following me and found me working on my laptop.
He peered at the screen, and his eyes widened in shock.
“Isn’t this Hardy Group project data? How did a housewife like you get involved with a commercial real estate giant?”
Before I could say a word, he grabbed my hand.
“You aren’t trying to make money and got scammed, are you?”
