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.

day, during a brutal snowstorm, they locked Meryl in an

was freezing and terrified. She screamed for help until

kicked the

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

wind, wet

she remembered him taking off his scarf and tossing

said, turning

was a hero, her first beacon of

him deeply, chasing him for

now, she was just

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

the phone rang, someone called out to

"Meryl? You're back?"

glanced at her phone, ended the call, and

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

How ridiculous.

birthday but forgot Meryl's

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

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

to the bathroom, trying not to

of footsteps outside the door signaled the maid's

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