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

kicked the door

could still picture it clear as day. It was freezing cold, and there he was, with the blizzard

flapped in the wind, wet hair sticking

but she remembered him taking off

take this," he said, turning away

Dalton was a hero, her

moment, she had loved him

was just something he could give

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

the phone rang, someone called out to her from

"Meryl? You're back?"

her phone, ended the call, and turned to

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

How ridiculous.

Lydia's birthday but forgot

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 now a

room. The moment she stepped inside, the strong perfume made

rushed to the bathroom, trying not

outside the door signaled the maid's

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