Chapter 3The Man Who Lost Her Too Late

The life I wanted.

Ha.

I sneered inwardly.

Liam, do you really know what I wanted?

The air in the private room seemed to freeze.

"Why aren’t you talking?"

Liam moved closer, and the smell of alcohol mixed with an unfamiliar cologne made me frown.

"Did I hit the truth and leave you speechless?"

The satisfaction in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Or are you really married, and that hidden husband of yours is just an Uber driver, so you’re too ashamed to say it?"

Suppressed snickers came from around us.

Willa leaned in Liam’s arms and gently tried to persuade him.

"Liam, don’t be like this, we’re all old classmates."

As she spoke, she picked up a glass of red wine.

"Lena, let me toast you, and let the past stay in the past."

She walked toward me, then suddenly twisted her ankle.

"Ah—"

A cry of alarm rang out.

A full glass of red wine splashed perfectly across my moon-white dress.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Lena!"

Willa apologized in panic, but a smug smile was hidden in her eyes.

"I didn’t mean to."

Liam pulled her back into his arms without even looking at me.

"You’re still so clumsy, like a kid."

There was not a trace of blame in his tone, only indulgence.

He looked at me with icy eyes.

"It’s just a dress, Lena, you wouldn’t be that petty, would you?"

I said nothing.

I only looked at him quietly.

I looked at the man I had once loved for four full years.

So time really could change a person.

It could make him completely unrecognizable.

I smiled.

It was a very soft sound.

But Liam’s face instantly darkened.

"What are you laughing at?"

I raised my eyes, swept my gaze over him, and landed on Willa, whose face had gone pale in his arms.

"I’m laughing at you."

"Liam."

I slowly picked up the wet wipe on the table and gently wiped the hem of my dress with elegant movements.

"You’re right, it’s just a dress."

Willa clearly let out a breath of relief.

The corner of Liam’s mouth also curled back into a mocking smile, as if victory was already his.

But then I changed the subject.

"It’s just a little troublesome."

"It was a wedding anniversary gift from my husband, and now that it’s dirty, it’ll be hard to explain to him."

In an instant, the entire private room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the color drained from Liam’s face, and he stared at me as if he could not believe his own ears.

"You’re… really married?"

I raised my eyes, met his trembling pupils, and curved my lips into a perfect but cold smile.

"What else? Did you think every woman in the world should wait for you, Mr. Harper?"

His breath caught, and a storm I could not understand surged in his eyes.

Willa clenched her fists and spoke softly, unwilling to give up.

"Lena, stop joking, what does your husband do? And why didn’t you invite any classmates when you got married?"

That question was very skillful.

It sounded casual, but it also hinted that my marriage was something shameful.

I turned my head to look at her, my gaze falling on the sparkling diamond ring on her hand.

"This dress really isn’t that expensive."

I lowered my head, my tone casual.

"It’s only about…"

I paused, met everyone’s curious gaze, curled my lips, and said a few words.

"Ten times the price of the diamond ring on your hand."

The entire room was shocked.

Willa’s face turned blue, then white, then red.

Liam’s fists clenched at his sides with cracking sounds, and he took a step forward, his eyes bloodshot.

"Lena! Who is your husband?!”