Chapter 2
Bastien returned a week later.
But he didn’t come alone. He brought Anastasia back.
He’d installed her in the neighboring villa—the one Connor had bought for Ophelia as a gift.But Ophelia had never actually lived there during their marriage, just occasionally sent a housekeeper to keep it maintained.
Now, apparently, it was Anastasia’s recovery suite.
Throughout their relationship, Ophelia had always been compromised. She never fight with Bastien.
This time, she wanted desperately to confront Bastien. Was this appropriate?
But the words died in her throat. Anyway,she’d already decided to leave—what was the point?
She gave Bastien a long, empty look before turning back to the bookroom.
Something about her hollow stare must have gotten to him. “It’s just temporary,makes it easier for her medical team to check on her.”
With her back to him, Ophelia’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. No point arguing.
“All right,” she said evenly. “But tell her there’ll be realtors showing the place soon. Might be disturb her.”
“You’re selling it? Are you short on money?”
Ophelia placed another book in the box and looked up at him.
“No. The villa was brother’s gift to me. Never used it in all these years.Might as well sell.”
Bastien stared at her, confused.He knew she was lying.
He wanted to press further, but Ophelia was clearly focused on herself.
Standing awkwardly nearby, he finally registered that she wasn’t just tidying—she was packing books into boxes. He’d assumed she was sorting.
“What are you doing?”
“Just organizing. Thought they could use some air.”
Bastien nodded, and was almost out the door when he suddenly remembered. “Hey, about that doctor’s appointment you called about—everything okay?”
Ophelia paused, then shook her head slightly.
“Nothing important.”
“Well”.
“Anastasia’s injuries are serious. I’ll be spending most of my time in next villa.”
“Emmm…”
Her tone was perfectly neutral.Bastien left without another hesitation, heading straight for the neighboring villa.
Ophelia stood by the window, watching his retreating figure, a soft laugh escaping her as tears welled up.
Everything in this house was selected by her.Every detail had been love for Bastien.
Now it all seemed like some cruel joke.
After finishing with the books, Ophelia picked up her phone to call her friend Piper for lunch.
Before she could dial, Piper was already calling her.
“Ophelia, check Twitter right now.”
She opened the app to find #BastienAndAnastasiaReunited trending.
Clicking through, she found Anastasia’s post: “Darling,after all these years, you still my love.”
The photo showed Bastien’s back, clearly making soup.
Scanning the comments, Ophelia saw mostly excited fans celebrating the reunion of the perfect match. Some said this karma was well-deserved.
“She stole Bastien and now she’s getting what she deserves,” one comment read.
Ophelia scrolled silently through the vitriol as Piper’s voice came through the phone.
“Ophelia? What the hell is going on? Are you and Bastien getting divorced?”
