Nicole came back to her senses, gazing at the fireworks as she murmured, “The flowers still bloom in the gentle spring breeze, but the face I long for has vanished.”
“Why say something so sad?” Tristan pulled her into a tight embrace. “I love you, Nicky. Please, don’t leave me.”
Love?
Nicole found it laughable. She wanted to ask him how he could profess love to her right after being with another woman in their bed. How could he feel no shame? How could he be so utterly brazen?
She sighed. Forget it—all of it. She had already made up her mind. She would leave him for good.
That night, the party went on until late. One by one, the guests eventually left.
As usual, Tristan left early the next morning.
Nicole picked up her phone and noticed a text message.
“Open your phone and watch Lisa Evans’s livestream. You’ll see what you want to see.”
The number was unfamiliar, but she had a pretty good idea of who it could be.
She searched for Lisa’s livestream and clicked into it. Sure enough, Lisa was streaming live.
Today was her birthday, and the celebration was lavish.
But what caught Nicole’s attention was the house. It was all too familiar—the rows of dresses and high heels behind Lisa were also familiar.
They were the same ones Tristan had brought for Nicole to choose from that day, with the rest sent to Willow Manor.
It hit her. This was their property at Willow Manor.
Lisa had moved in.
Nicole’s hand trembled as she held her phone. Her disappointment in Tristan had reached its limit.
“Hello, everyone,” Lisa said cheerfully. “Today is my birthday, and this party was arranged by my boyfriend.”
The comment section was full of admiration.
“What a grand party! Lisa’s boyfriend is amazing.”
“Exactly! It’s just as extravagant as the birthday parties Tristan Ford throws for Nicole Snow!”
“Wait, is Lisa living in Willow Manor? The property prices there are twenty thousand dollars per square meter! I can’t believe she’s living somewhere so luxurious!”
“Lisa, when will your boyfriend make an appearance? I’m so jealous of your love story!”
…
Seeing the flood of blessings in the comments, Lisa smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, it’s not convenient. I need to protect his privacy.”
