After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 61

"What are you watching?"

Pax slipped his arms around me from behind, his breath warm against my skin. A featherlight kiss landed on my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine.

His gaze shifted to my phone screen.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, with a low chuckle, he reached up and covered my eyes. "Don't watch that... it's embarrassing."

The video kept playing.

On the screen, Pax was in a ballet dress, balancing on tiptoes, spinning in wobbly circles. His movements were clumsy, awkward. But his expression-so focused, so serious—made my chest tighten.

My throat felt dry.

"Was it worth it?" I asked softly.

He had gone this far—putting on a dress, performing ballet, throwing away his pride-all to earn enough to buy me a measly $10 apple cake.

Was it really worth it?

"Of course it was."

He answered without hesitation, his voice lazy, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

"This is nothing."

"When I make real money one day, I'll buy you designer bags. The kind that cost a hundred grand."

as if something

into a fist. But on my face, there was still only a soft smile. "Alright,"

cramped, rundown apartment in the heart of

once the bed was in, there was barely space for

A hundred grand.

from another world,

today-I had heard it

had been there that night, watching his performance

dressed in a clumsy, oversized Santa Claus suit, my face hidden beneath a tangled mess of cheap synthetic white hair. The glue used to stick it on must have been low-quality-I felt an itch creeping

event coordinator took one look at me and told me to head

a room

heard his

it. Never in my life have I lived in a place that shitty," Pax said casually. His tone

downstairs. If you don't close the window, the whole room reeks of rotting fish and

room. Someone chimed in, voice full

really went all out, huh? Dressing up like that

tonight, she'll probably be completely

out that when Nina had her birthday, you bought

Laughter erupted again.

"$100,000."

rang in my head,

snorted. "So, Pax, how long are you planning to

in seven days. If she finds out you've been fooling

girls are clingy as hell. You better hope she doesn't get

let out a lazy chuckle. "What's there to worry about? In