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.

brutal snowstorm, they locked Meryl in

was freezing and terrified. She screamed for help until she lost her voice, but no

Dalton kicked the

it clear as day. It was freezing cold, and there he was, with the blizzard raging behind

flapped in the wind, wet hair sticking to

clearly, but she remembered him taking

take this," he said, turning away without

a hero, her first

moment, she had loved him deeply, chasing him for

she was just something he could give

back tears, she moved to the window, pulled out a long-forgotten number, and

rang, someone called out

"Meryl? You're back?"

ended the call, and turned

Bianca Stone, looked surprised and approached with a skeptical

How ridiculous.

remembered Lydia's birthday but

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

into Lydia's room. The moment she stepped inside, the strong

to the bathroom, trying

the sound of footsteps outside the

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