Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 49

Chapter 49:

With her arm intertwined with Shane’s, Vivien approached me. She wore a kind smile, but her eyes were full of thinly veiled arrogance and rancor.

“I’d like you to know, Eveline, that Shane and I have decided on our wedding day. It will be the eighth of August. Despite everything, we are still former colleagues. You should attend and celebrate with us.”

I suddenly found it hard to chew the bread in my mouth. After pushing it down my throat, I took a deep, slow breath.

If this was the way it was going to be, I had to make sure I gave them a big gift on their special day.

In fact, they were in for something huge, something even they couldn’t afford. But I still didn’t know that at the time. “August 8, huh? Sounds like an auspicious day to me.”

I got up from the bench and threw my remaining bread into the wastebasket.

When I looked up again, I flashed Shane an innocent smile.

“But if I remember correctly, the wedding day must coincide with the couple’s zodiac signs. Otherwise, they won’t have a smooth married life. Their union could even bring misfortune to their families. At least that’s what I’ve heard.”

Vivien’s facade slipped. Naturally, no bride would allow such sinister words to tarnish her upcoming nuptials. “What a vicious viper you are, Eveline. How can you deliberately curse us? You know it’s an important occasion.”

I shrugged indifferently. “It’s not like I’m making things up or exaggerating.

You can pull an example from my previous marriage, can’t you? When Shane and I got married, we didn’t bother checking our zodiac signs and such. That was obviously a mistake. Not only was our marriage a disaster, but my mother died, too.”

I paused to let that sink in, then smiled at them. “But we all know that your relationship is much better than ours. They love each other so much that I’m sure they won’t be swayed by these superstitious issues.”

Then, in a valiant attempt to goad me, Vivian pressed her palm against her belly. “Of course, Shane and I will be happy. No bitchy bitch can break up our little family of three.”

I repressed the urge to roll my eyes and laugh.

She had been the one who had destroyed my first marriage and yet here she was, acting all righteous and turning the tables on me. Vivien was probably the most shameless person I had ever encountered in my twenty-six years of existence.

Your story source gⱯlnσν𝒆ℓs․com

“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop your disgusting pranks, Vivien. I had been blind for a long time and couldn’t see the true colors of the people around me. It took me a lot of effort to finally recover. I don’t want to go blind a second time,” I said sarcastically.

No longer caring about the fact that we were still in public, Vivien pointed a finger at me and started yelling in her stupid, squeaky voice.

“Don’t get jealous now, Eveline. It wasn’t you, it was Shane who was blind then. He told me so himself, that he was blind to marry someone like you.”

That made me turn to Shane in surprise, but he refused to meet my gaze. That was all the proof I needed. He must have really said those things to Vivien, without waiting for her to reveal it to me.

I was mortified.

I wondered if all divorced couples were like Shane and me. We may have been married for two years, but we ended up hating each other so much.

“But I was surprised to see that you still don’t lead a good life, even though you’ve remarried. Why do you eat bread to eat? Don’t tell me you can’t even afford a decent bowl of noodles at a restaurant.” Vivien never ran out of her pompous sense of superiority, especially when she was bullying me.

If I were honest, it wasn’t that I was reluctant to spend money on eating out. It’s just that I was used to eating simple meals alone. I used to give Shane my full attention, tending to his meals and other needs. Eventually, I realized that I didn’t know how to take care of myself properly anymore.

“What are you doing here, honey? The air in here is so bad; how can you stay in a place like this?” A familiar voice sounded behind me.

I turned around just as Derek came up beside me and slipped an arm around my shoulders.

“It’s time to eat,” he said in a gentle voice, his gaze loving. “Aren’t you hungry?” he blatantly ignored the two annoying people in front of us.

“I…”

I was about to say that I had already eaten some bread, but he spoke again, interrupting me.

“Come, your husband will take you out for a good meal.”

He put his arm around me and led me away. I soon realized he was taking me to a fine dining restaurant, known for its high prices. I squirmed beside him.

“Actually,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not very hungry.”

Derek leaned close to whisper in my ear, “Then keep me company while I eat.”

Before I knew it, he was leading me into the restaurant and up the stairs to the second floor. He chose a table by the window, which gave us a perfect view of the street.

.

.

.