Chapter 4 Trophy Wife

The other guy laughed. "But Meryl's a real knockout, isn't she? With that face and figure, she'd turn heads anywhere. Keeping her around as a trophy wife wouldn't be so bad."

He glanced at Dalton, tossing a card onto the table. "Dalton, are you really okay with letting someone else have her?"

Dalton finally spoke, his tone flat and uninterested. "You want her? She's yours."

The guy was taken aback, unsure if Dalton was serious or just messing with him, and chuckled awkwardly.

"Everyone knows Meryl's been devoted to you. She's followed you around all these years. I guess I'm not that lucky."

Outside the door, Meryl was stunned, her face twisting into a bitter smile.

It was well known that she loved Dalton, but hearing him casually offer her up like a prize was a painful blow.

The sting of humiliation made her eyes well up. She clenched her fists tightly, feeling overwhelmed by a suffocating sense of betrayal.

She remembered being fourteen, new to the city from a small town.

Her dad, Malcolm Stone, had put her in an elite school.

It was supposed to be a fresh start, but Lydia Stone's schemes ruined it fast.

they locked Meryl in

freezing and terrified. She screamed for help until she

Dalton kicked the

It was freezing cold, and there he was, with the blizzard

uniform flapped in the wind, wet hair

the dim light, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she remembered him

he said, turning

a

she had loved him deeply, chasing

just something

the window, pulled out a long-forgotten number, and dialed

the phone rang, someone called out to

"Meryl? You're back?"

ended the call, and turned

and approached with a skeptical expression. "When did

How ridiculous.

Lydia's birthday but

over. "A little hardship can be good for you. It teaches you lessons. Your father and I won't hold the past against you. Today's both your and your sister's birthday. Change into a dress quickly." Then, as if remembering something, she added, "Oh, right. Since you've been gone for three years, your room is

room. The moment she

the bathroom, trying

footsteps outside the door signaled the maid's

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