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.

a brutal snowstorm, they locked

help until she lost her voice, but no

Dalton kicked the door

picture it clear as day. It was freezing cold, and there he was,

flapped in the wind, wet hair sticking to

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

he said, turning away without looking

a hero, her first beacon of

that moment, she had loved him deeply, chasing him

just

tears, she moved to the window,

phone rang, someone called out to

"Meryl? You're back?"

the call, and turned to see who

and approached with

How ridiculous.

Lydia's birthday

birthday. Change into a dress

was pushed into Lydia's room. The moment she stepped inside, the strong perfume made her

rushed to the bathroom, trying not to

footsteps outside the door signaled the maid's arrival

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