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

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

Dalton kicked the

freezing cold, and there he was, with the blizzard

wind, wet

light, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she remembered him taking off his scarf and

this," he said, turning away without looking

Meryl, seventeen-year-old Dalton was a

had loved him deeply, chasing him for

now, she was just something he could

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

rang, someone called out to

"Meryl? You're back?"

at her phone, ended the call, and turned to see who it

with a skeptical expression. "When did you get

How ridiculous.

remembered Lydia's birthday but forgot

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

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

bathroom,

the door

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