Lizetta watched them walking side by side, and for a moment, everything seemed eerily familiar.


    It was as if she was witnessing the scene from their anniversary night all over again, where Remington


    huke Evelina to the emergency room.


    The resemnce was uncanny.


    A wave of sorrow and exhaustion swept over her, causing her fingers to tremble slightly as they


    clutched her phone.


    She stared at the man but didn’t approach him, instead, she found herself hiding behind a nearby tree.


    Remington must have felt the vibration from his phone because he took it out and swiped the screen.


    Lizetta’s ears perked up as Remington’s deep, familiar voice came through


    “Why didn’t you pick up just now?”


    He asked, without using any particr form of address.


    Was it because Ste was there, and he didn’t know how to refer to Lizetta in her presence?


    Lizetta couldn’t help but wonder


    She tightened her grip on her phone and asked him, “Remington, where are you? Why didn’t youe


    home for lunch?


    Lizetta thought, if Remington was upfront about being with Ste, then she wouldn’t have to believe


    Evelina’s rumors.


    She woulde out and formally introduce herself to Ste, to clear the air


    But if Remington continued to keep secrets.


    Lizetta didn’t even have time to ponder what it meant if he was hiding something, or how she should


    react, when she heard Remington’s cool voice again.


    “Got caught up with work, about to head into a meeting, what’s up?”


    Lizetta watched from a distance as he walked with Ste, When Ste was distracted by her phone and


    missed a step, Remington naturally reached out to steady her.


    Ste looked up and thanked him with a smile.


    Her voice was soft and sweet, filtering through the phone speaker into Lizetta’s ears.


    Lizetta couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She tumed away, her voice hoarse.


    is someone with y you, Remington?”


    “Yeah, did you eat the rose cupcakes and sugar–zed cheesecake I had delivered from Blissful Bites


    t


    this


    noon?”


    He answered casually, not mentioning Ste’s presence or offering any exnations


    Instead, he diverted the topic to Blissful Bites‘ pastries, a clear evasion,


    ey don’t forget


    Lizetta knew that men who cheat are adept at lying, their hearts seemingly capable of being in several


    ces at once. They to show care for their wives at home while apanying their lovers, using these


    gestures of concern as smoke screens. Wives, in their naivety, might believe that their husbands are


    just busy with work.


    But Lizetta couldn’t believe that Remington would stoop to such clichés!


    How could he deceive and manipte her like this!


    Perhaps sensing her silence, Remington added, “I personally went to Blissful Bites to get those


    pastries for youst time, but you didn’t get to try them because of the incident with Iris March. Today, I


    sent Cedric If you liked them, we could get more next time.”


    Lizetta’s breathing grew heavy. Thest time Remington went to Blissful Bites for her, he ended up


    getting stabbed by Iris, ruining the pastnes


    Was he bringing this up to move her?


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    “So, the pastries from Blissful Bites are your way of apologizing for standing me up?”


    Spending time with another woman, then thinking a box of pastries would suffice as an apology.


    Should she be grateful that he still remembered he had a wife waiting at home?


    “You can think of it that way if you like. I’ve got to head into a meeting now, take care.”


    His voice cored a hint of amusement, which to Lizetta, felt like a p in the face.


    Remington hung up, and Lizetta, still clutching her phone, turned around.


    By then, Remington and Ste were nowhere in sight.


    Lizetta sat down on a nearby bench, lifting her head to prevent her tears from falling.


    Yet, some suppressed, fragmented sobs still managed to escape her throat.


    Across the way, in the hospital parking lot, Remington had already made it to his Bentley, where the


    driver was holding the door open for him.


    Turning back to Ste, he said, “I leave the hospital matters in your hands.”


    Ste nodded with a light smile, “I’ve got everything noted, don’t worry.”


    Remington didn’t linger, stepping into the car.


    Inside, Cedric was ready, handing over a tablet, “We’ve prepared three contingency ns for you to


    review”