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 Meryl

for help until she lost her voice,

kicked the door

was freezing cold, and there he was, with the blizzard raging behind

uniform flapped in the wind, wet

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

this," he said, turning away without looking

Meryl, seventeen-year-old Dalton was a hero,

had loved him deeply, chasing him

just something

the window, pulled out a

the phone rang, someone called

"Meryl? You're back?"

call, and turned to see

with a skeptical expression. "When

How ridiculous.

Lydia's birthday but forgot

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

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

the bathroom,

then, the sound of footsteps outside the door signaled the

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