Chapter 4

Asher brought Lydia to stay at a beach hotel.

To my surprise, a third person joined them on the trip.

It was Joan, Lydia's best friend from college.

Through Joan, Asher met Lydia and pursued her relentlessly.

Joan mingled in these circles hoping to snag a wealthy husband, and Asher was one of her targets, leading to a fallout between her and Lydia.

Back when Asher orchestrated a trap at the club to win over Lydia, Joan tipped me off, which led to my dramatic confrontation at the club.

But now, Lydia happily welcomed Joan.

Asher's expression soured.

Joan rushed over to hug Lydia, and her eyes gleamed like a bear spotting honey when she glanced at Asher.

"Lydia, it's been ages! How did you know I was dying to come to Hawaii?"

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Asher.

Joan's arrival was unexpected for Asher.

The romantic candlelight dinner for two turned into a table for three.

Asher ordered sea urchin sashimi for Lydia and wanted to feed her intimately.

"Try this, we have plenty of time. I just ordered a cake to celebrate our reunion."

Lydia stiffened for a moment, staring at the dish as if lost in thought.

She avoided Asher and said flatly, "Sorry, I'm allergic to seafood. You have it."

I watched her push away the plate of sea urchins and felt it was ironic.

The one allergic to seafood was actually me.

Lydia used to love seafood, but after we got married, I knew she had a cold uterus, so I often made soup for her and reminded her to eat less seafood.

She found my nagging annoying.

Now, without my interference, why would she use such a poor excuse to restrict herself?

Asher's face fell.

Joan covered her mouth, laughing, eyes full of ridicule, giving Asher an out, "Lydia probably hasn't had such a seafood feast in a long time. Don't force it, Asher."

Lydia frowned and focused on cutting the cake.

Asher grabbed her hand, "Lydia, how did you burn your hand? That useless Michael, he'll just stay raising pigs in the countryside forever. You should've waited for me."

I instinctively wanted to smack his hand away, but my body passed through their clasped hands.

Lydia shook off Asher, "It's none of your business. Don't touch me."

"Touch you?" Asher sneered, eyes brewing a storm, "If Michael hadn't caused trouble and gotten stabbed by me, you'd have been with me long ago. I went to jail for five years because of him!"

Lydia stopped, and Asher smiled triumphantly.

The atmosphere at the table was tense, and Lydia was forced to drink a lot.

Asher moved closer to Lydia, and she didn't refuse.

I felt bitter, but powerless to stop it.

Without my interference, they were meant to be together.

But the expected result didn't happen. Asher was the first to get drunk.

Lydia, with hazy eyes, looked at Joan, "Joan, we agreed on this..."

Joan sneered, "I don't know what spell you're under. Asher doesn't mind being a homewrecker..."

Lydia wobbled to stand, and Joan quickly summoned a waiter to help her back to her room.

She lay in bed, tapping away on her phone for a while, and sent me a message.

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Soon, Lydia fell asleep, and I stared at the message.

The previous message in our chat was from ten days ago when I told her I had to work overtime at the farm.

Going back through dozens of messages, most were me reminding her to eat at work, or delivering warming soup during her period.

If she was in a good mood, she'd reply once. Most messages went unanswered.

This time, she proactively messaged me about her itinerary.

I should be happy, but I can no longer reply to her.

In the middle of the night, Lydia's phone rang, and her sister's choked voice came through,

"Lydia, my brother is dead. Are you satisfied now?

"When he was alive, you treated him coldly. Now he's gone, you won't even come back to see him?"