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 an outdoor bathroom

and terrified. She screamed for help

kicked

was freezing cold, and there he was, with the

uniform flapped in the wind, wet hair sticking

his face clearly, but she remembered him taking

he said, turning

Dalton was a hero, her first

had loved him deeply, chasing him for seven

now, she was just something he

tears, she moved to the window, pulled out

the phone rang, someone called out to her

"Meryl? You're back?"

glanced at her phone, ended the call, and turned to see who it

mother, Bianca Stone, looked surprised and approached with a skeptical expression. "When did you get

How ridiculous.

remembered Lydia's birthday but forgot Meryl's

your and your sister's birthday. Change into

The moment she stepped inside,

rushed to the bathroom,

footsteps outside the door

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