Rebecca Perez had just booked her flight to Howario for seven days later when Felix Jameson’s call came through. “Take this trip to Howario as a chance to clear your head and reflect on where you went wrong. When you get back, write a heartfelt apology to Felicity.” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. Felicity Aniston was Felix’s love interest, and ever since she returned six months ago, everything had changed in Rebecca and Felix’s eight-year relationship. Rebecca bit her lip and replied softly, “Okay.” Felix was studying the itinerary for Star Island, the destination of Rebecca’s upcoming trip, and his brow furrowed with suspicion. “How’s safety there? I’ve never heard of it.” “It’s a safe island. I visited a few years ago,” Rebecca replied, her voice calm and dismissive. Felix shrugged off his worries, his tone neutral. “As long as you truly recognize your mistakes, I’ll still honor the wedding I promised you.” Rebecca kept silent about the fact that the island belonged to the Perez family, where outsiders were strictly forbidden. This time, she was letting him and Felicity be together, fully disappearing from his life. ***** The mention of the wedding tugged painfully at her heart. “Felix, where did you toss my underwear? I can’t find it.” Felicity’s sultry voice came from the other end of the line. Rebecca tightened her grip on the phone, feeling as if a heavy stone had lodged itself in her chest. Felix responded to Felicity, “I’ll help you look for it in a bit.” Then, without a hint of guilt, he turned back to Rebecca. “I’m working with Felicity. She’s shooting a swimwear promo today, not what you’re thinking.” Rebecca bit her lip again, replying with a soft, “Mm.” Felix, feeling that she was being dismissive and not taking responsibility, let his frustration boil over. “Do you still think you’re the victim here? Thank goodness Felicity is kind and forgiving, or you’d be facing serious consequences right now! “I love you deeply, but that doesn’t give you the right to be reckless! You need to reflect on your actions! No more excuses!” The call ended abruptly. Even though she had resolved to leave, Felix’s harsh words felt like a dagger to her heart. She had told him countless times that the soup she served Felicity was nutritious, not deadly. Felix refused to believe her, convinced she was consumed by jealousy and had malicious intentions. He had never hung up on her so quickly before. Since Felicity’s return, Felix’s calls had been cut short more and more often. He always insisted that his relationship with Felicity was innocent, unaware that Rebecca had seen their explicit WhatsApp messages just two weeks ago—messages that were graphic and hard to stomach. They had been intimate in every corner of the house, even sneaking away during the grand birthday party Felix threw for her on a cruise just a month prior. The moment she discovered Felix’s betrayal, it felt as if she had plunged into an icy abyss, shattering into a million pieces. For years, Rebecca had been his shadow, supporting him silently through his family’s crisis. To think it had all been an illusion. Now, she felt utterly disheartened. Her phone lit up with a call from the bridal shop, a familiar voice on the line. “Ms. Perez, your custom wedding dress has arrived. When would you like to come in for a fitting?” “Tomorrow. I’ll come by to pick it up,” she replied, taking a deep breath to steady her emotions. The dress was something Rebecca had chosen with Felix six months ago, with plans to marry by the end of the year. But now, it would never see the light of day. She was determined to destroy it herself, leaving no room for nostalgia. This time, Rebecca would not bend, nor would she look back.
Around 10 a.m., Rebecca arrived at the bridal shop. As she stepped outside, her heart sank at the sight before her. Felicity was wearing the wedding dress Rebecca had custom-ordered, while Felix was clad in the tailored suit she had chosen for him. Felicity leaned against the wall, her arms raised above her head as Felix held her down with one hand while wrapping the other around her waist, kissing her passionately. A photographer stood nearby, snapping away, capturing the moment with a flurry of clicks. “Wow, what a stunning couple! These wedding photos are going to be breathtaking!” one of the staff exclaimed, clearly enamored. “Absolutely! They look so in love; you can tell it’s the real deal!” another chimed in. Rebecca felt a sharp pang in her chest. Even though she knew about their relationship, seeing it unfold in front of her was a different story. Turning on her heel, she walked away. If she was going to let them be together, she could at least consider the dress as a gift for their future. Later that afternoon, Felix returned with the custom wedding dress and suit in tow. Rebecca was busy taking down a pastoral painting she had created herself, removing the last traces of her presence from their home. Felix placed the garments on the sofa and casually asked, “Working on a new painting?” Rebecca had always loved to paint, and whenever she created something new, she’d take down the old. But this time, it wasn’t about replacing an old piece; it was about erasing every trace of herself from the home they had shared. “Yeah,” she replied flatly. As Rebecca stepped down from the ladder, Felix rushed over, worry etched across his face. He opened his arms and pulled her into a hug. “You shouldn’t be climbing up there alone. You could fall!” “I’m fine,” she said, gently stepping away from him. In the past, Felix had always been the person to hang her paintings, forbidding her from doing anything dangerous. He was meticulous about her safety, hovering over her like a protective shadow. Unbeknownst to him, Rebecca wasn’t sulking; she was simply cold inside. Felix gestured to the wedding dress on the sofa. “I brought back the dress. We can talk about wedding photos when you return from Howario.” Rebecca caught the implication in his words. If she reflected well, they would take the photos as planned; if not, their wedding would be indefinitely postponed. “Sure,” she said, her voice even. Seeing her subdued demeanor, Felix approached her, his tone softening as he affectionately ruffled her hair. “Rebecca, my feelings for you haven’t changed. Don’t overthink it, okay?” Hearing those words made her feel nauseous. She didn’t want to reveal his lies, so she forced a strained smile. “Mm.” Seeing her smile, Felix wore a slight grin before he shifted back to business. “Grandpa wants us over for dinner tonight.” “Okay, I’ll change,” she replied. In the eight years she’d spent with the Jameson family, Felix’s grandfather, Vincent Jameson, had always treated her like a beloved granddaughter. As she prepared to leave, Rebecca genuinely wanted to enjoy a meal with him. After changing, Rebecca joined Felix at Jameson Manor. As soon as they got out of the car, Felix naturally took her hand, their fingers intertwining. The family’s servants often whispered behind their backs about how lucky Rebecca was to have snagged Felix in college, changing from an ordinary girl into a princess. She always smiled politely, offering no explanation. Vincent beamed as he welcomed them, having the kitchen prepare a feast of Rebecca’s favorite dishes. He kept piling food onto her plate, while Felix discreetly peeled the meat from a king crab and fed it to her. Watching them, Vincent couldn’t help but comment, “Rebecca, Felix, you two should think about starting a family soon. It won’t delay the wedding at the end of the year!”
Felix wore a smile as he fed Rebecca another piece of crab meat. He said, “There’s no rush on the baby front. Let’s wait until Rebecca gets back from Howario to discuss it.” Vincent had been longing for a great-grandchild for quite some time. The Jameson family had been carrying on a single line for generations, and as he grew older, the thought of not seeing a grandchild became increasingly pressing. He looked at Rebecca with hopeful eyes. “What do you think, Rebecca?” She managed to make a small smile, feeling a pang of bittersweetness at Vincent’s eager anticipation. “Vincent, you’ll be holding your great-grandson or great-granddaughter soon enough.” Given the frequency with which Felix and Felicity were together, it was only a matter of time before a child came along. Vincent beamed, his joy palpable. “With you saying that, I can’t wait to hold my great-grandchild!” “Make sure to eat well and take care of yourself,” Vincent insisted, serving her a bowl of soup with excitement. Felix leaned in, studying Rebecca’s profile with interest. “Let’s hope for twins—one of each! That way, if we ever argue, we’ll have a teammate on our side.” Vincent chuckled, waving his hand dismissively, “With how in love you two are, I doubt you’ll have any fights. Rebecca, with your sweet and forgiving nature, Felix is lucky to have you.” Felix smiled at Rebecca, his expression tender. “I really am lucky.” Just then, Felix’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He stood up casually. “I’ll take this outside. Client call,” he said, heading for the door. Rebecca knew it was Felicity calling. At first, she had been puzzled by the contact’s name Felix had assigned her, but after seeing their chat history, she now understood it was a term of endearment, “my dearest”. Within a couple of minutes, Felix returned, his expression hurried. “Rebecca, Grandpa, I have to head out. There’s an urgent matter with a client I need to handle.” Rebecca masked her emotions, giving him a calm look. “You should go.” Felix affectionately ruffled her hair. “Good girl.” In Felix’s eyes, Rebecca was like a playful puppy, easy to soothe. Once home, Rebecca hadn’t even taken off her shoes when she received a video call from Felix. On the screen, he was sprawled over Felicity, her clothes reduced to nothing but a bra precariously hanging off her shoulder. Felix was eagerly thrusting against her, looking like a hungry tiger. “Such a tempting little vixen,” he praised, breathless. Felicity, with sultry eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want to be wrapped up in you every day. I want all of your ‘goodies’ to be mine.” Felix cradled her face, his gaze smoldering. “All yours, completely yours. No one else.” Felicity playfully punched his shoulder. “You’re lying! You’re still sleeping with her, aren’t you?” Felix swore, “I haven’t touched her. It’s all yours, I promise!” Felicity grinned, leaning into him. “I only give myself to you. I love how wild you are with me.” As Rebecca watched their bodies entwined, her already shattered heart felt like it was being twisted anew. The phone slipped from the bed, crashing to the floor and ending the call. Her phone had an auto-saving feature, so she stored the video in a document labeled “Birthday Party”. An hour later, Rebecca received a text from Felix: [Things are getting complicated with the client. I won’t be back tonight. Get some rest, okay? Love you!] Rebecca read the message, a cold smile creeping across her face, but she didn’t reply. In the middle of the night, her phone rang, and it was her best friend, Lillian Miller. “You need to get over here, quick! You’ve got to see what your ‘perfect man’ is up to!”
Rebecca rushed into the hospital, her heart racing, only to find Felix gently rubbing Felicity’s abdomen. Felicity leaned against Felix, her face contorted in discomfort, as she whimpered, “It’s all your fault! You keep asking for it again and again, and now I’m in so much pain! It hurts, and to top it all off, I’ve got an infection. Ugh, it’s just the worst!” Felix, his face filled with concern and guilt, continued to soothe her. When Felicity glanced up and locked eyes with Rebecca at the door, she greeted her without a hint of shame. “Rebecca! You’re here!” Felix, suddenly tense, stood up and released Felicity from his embrace. “Rebecca, uh, what brings you here?” He forced out, trying to sound casual. To ease any potential misunderstanding, he quickly explained, “Felicity’s not feeling well and doesn’t have any family in town.” Felicity chirped in a teasing tone. “Oh, come on! Rebecca’s way too understanding to be jealous, right?” With a calm smile, Rebecca replied, “Not at all.” Despite the anger bubbling inside her, the thought that this chaos would soon come to an end steadied her nerves. Felix felt a quiet sigh of relief at her composure. “Rebecca.” Lillian’s voice came from behind her. She was a gynecologist at this very hospital. Rebecca turned to her, and Lillian, brimming with indignation, lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Listen, I saw Felix and Felicity all over each other in here. I’m telling you they’ve definitely been getting it on. Felicity’s infection is from too much sex! These two need to be held accountable!” Lillian’s anger flared, and she was determined to confront them, dragging Rebecca along to settle the score. Rebecca calmly caught her arm. “Lillian,” she said, shaking her head, and signaling for her friend to reconsider. Lillian stared in disbelief. “You can’t be serious! Why are you just letting them get away with this?” Pulling Lillian away to a quieter area, Rebecca took a deep breath. She briefly shared her plans to leave, and it dawned on Lillian that Rebecca had known about Felix’s infidelity for some time. The lack of confrontation stemmed from Rebecca’s decision to completely walk away from Felix. Worry etched on Lillian’s face, she asked softly, “Are you sure about this?” Rebecca nodded resolutely. Lillian shook her head, still feeling a surge of emotion. “Just letting them off easy? You really think that’s fair? I can’t just sit back and do nothing!” Rebecca waved her friend closer, and Lillian leaned in, eager to listen. Rebecca whispered a plan that had Lillian’s face breaking into a triumphant smile. With Lillian heading back to her duties, Rebecca cautiously passed Felicity’s hospital room on her way out. Inside, Felicity’s voice wailed dramatically, “I know you care about Rebecca most, just look how worried you were a minute ago about her finding out about us! And now you’re about to marry her, while I’m just… nothing.” Felix wrapped his arms around Felicity, trying to comfort her. “You know how much you mean to me. Don’t forget, there’s still no wedding planned with her. I’ll make sure to prioritize you from here on out, whether it’s with my time or my money. Just try not to get jealous, okay? Be a good girl.” Felicity pouted, swaying playfully against him. “Honey, we’re meant to be together, so don’t let pity for her lead you into marrying her. Why not help find someone nice to take care of her? It’d be a good way to make it right.”
Felix’s expression suddenly turned serious. “Don’t ever say things like that again!” Felicity, sensing his shift in mood, nestled closer into his embrace, her voice sweet and coaxing. “Oh, Felix, it’s just because I care so much about you! I love you more than Rebecca does. Can you believe that?” Felix’s demeanor softened as he held her tighter. “I believe you. I really do.” Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a wave of bitterness wash over her. When she and Felix first got together, she had made it crystal clear. “If you ever fall for someone else, just tell me. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll never forgive you, and I won’t want to see you again.” Eight years ago, Felix had sworn to her, “I won’t fall for anyone else. I’ll love you for life.” Back then, Rebecca had teased him, asking, “What if your high school crush comes back?” Felix had held her close, his voice steady. “She’s in the past. You’re my forever. Don’t ever doubt my love for you.” Rebecca had known about his high school crush, the one who had gone abroad before anything could blossom between them. She had thought that true love could withstand the test of time, but now it all felt laughably naive. After a restless night, Rebecca woke up to find it was already 10 a.m. As she opened her eyes, she saw Felix sitting at the edge of her bed, gazing at her with warmth. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” She propped herself up on her elbows, pulling the covers around her. “When did you get back?” The moment the question slipped out, she regretted it. Felix replied casually, “I settled Felicity in and came straight back. I didn’t want to wake you since you looked so peaceful.” As he reached out to embrace her, Rebecca instinctively got out of bed, avoiding his touch. “I need to freshen up first.” Felix stood and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice soft and reassuring. “Rebecca, I really love you. “Please don’t overthink it. You’re the one I want to protect for life. My relationship with Felicity isn’t what you think.” A wave of nausea washed over Rebecca. At that moment, every word he spoke felt like a lie. “Yeah, I get it,” she said flatly, brushing off his hands and heading to the bathroom. When she finished freshening up, Felix was hastily preparing to leave. “Rebecca, I need to take care of something. If you need anything, just call me.” “Sure,” she replied, her tone cool. In the past, Felix would always fill her in on his errands, detailing whom he met and what they discussed. But since Felicity had returned, he had become vague about his whereabouts. After breakfast, Rebecca decided to visit Cloudview Estate, the villa Felix had chosen for them two years ago as their future home. Located in Kingsdom’s affluent neighborhood, it was a stunning property, and she had poured her heart into decorating it. The bedroom walls were adorned with countless photos of their happiest moments together. But now, she felt a surge of resolve and began taking down every single picture. As she was working, her phone buzzed with several notifications. She opened them to find messages from her bank detailing recent transactions. High-end furniture cost two million and 300 thousand dollars. Maserati cost three million dollars. A Hermès handbag cost two million dollars. There were also a few miscellaneous purchases of clothing and lipstick, which were listed below. Five years ago, Felix had filled out all of his bank cards with Rebecca’s phone number, promising her, “If I ever have a mistress and spend money on another woman, you’ll be the first to know. So you don’t have to worry about my cheating.” Taking a deep breath, Rebecca turned off her phone screen, a wave of anger rising within her. There was still half a wall of photos left to take down, and she glared at a picture of Felix wrapping his arms around her, both of them beaming with joy. In a fit of rage, Rebecca pulled the photo from the frame and tore it into shreds. About half an hour later, she was jolted by Felicity’s voice from the next house. “You all better be careful! This is my new home with my husband—our wedding house! Don’t mess with the furniture!”
Rebecca felt a tight knot on her chest as she walked to the window, peering out at the scene next door. Felicity was directing workers as they moved furniture, and Felix stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist. Felicity glanced over at the eastern window, fully aware that Rebecca was watching from the second floor. With a feigned softness, she leaned into Felix, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Honey, I’m so tired! You’ve worn me out these past few days. I can barely walk a few steps!” Felix leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll have someone whip up something delicious for you.” “I just want a hug,” Felicity pouted, wriggling against him. “Come on, give me a hug.” As if on cue, she jumped into Felix’s arms, and he caught her effortlessly, holding her like a child. He walked her through the villa, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. “You’re doing so well, my baby.” Rebecca stood there, silently watching their affection. Even though she had made up her mind to leave for good, a lump formed in her throat, and tears threatened to spill over. ***** Later that evening, Felix returned home to find Rebecca still organizing the decorations, everything still piled in baskets. “Are you going for a new style?” he casually asked, noting her habit of frequently redecorating their home. Without lifting her gaze, Rebecca replied coolly, “Yeah.” Then Felix added, “Felicity’s birthday is coming up. She doesn’t have any friends here, so I thought I’d throw her a birthday party at Jameson Villa.” Rebecca met his probing gaze with calmness. “Sure,” she said, her voice steady. She had anticipated this move from Felix, so when he mentioned it, she felt no shock or anger. Felix seemed surprised by how readily she agreed. He stepped closer, helping her toss items from the shelf into a box. “Felicity’s a really easy person to get along with. You might even end up being friends if you spend more time together.” Rebecca forced a smile but didn’t respond. Felix gently stroked the back of her head and continued, “Felicity’s birthday is this Friday, and I noticed your flight to Howario is also on Friday. Why not postpone it for a day? It could help ease the tension between you two.” Rebecca paused, her expression cooling as she looked at Felix. “I’d rather not postpone. I’ve already made plans with friends, and I don’t want to let them down.” Felix didn’t push further, simply giving her a soft pat on the head. “All right, then. Enjoy your time.” He held back the word “reflection”, sensing that Rebecca had been more compliant lately. He knew she understood what he meant without him saying it outright. After a bit more tidying up, Felix began preparing the guest list for Felicity’s birthday party. As Rebecca glanced over it, she noticed that most names were Felix’s peers—barely twenty people. She said, “Felix, since Felicity wants to develop her career here, why not invite more people to her birthday party? It could really help her build some connections.” Felix was taken aback by Rebecca’s unexpected shift in attitude, but he kept his surprise to himself.
Ever since Felix decided to host Felicity’s birthday party at Jameson Villa, his focus had been entirely consumed by the preparations. In the past, he would have delegated such tasks to his subordinates, but this time he was hands-on with every detail, from choosing the color of the candles to selecting flowers from different countries. Meanwhile, Rebecca had only one task left to complete. Half a month ago, on the day she discovered Felix’s infidelity, she found out she was pregnant. Rebecca had planned to share the news with him, but his behavior made her feel he wasn’t deserving of the role of father. The procedure to terminate her pregnancy was done by Lillian. As Rebecca lay on the cold operating table, her body trembled with fear. She gently stroked her abdomen, whispering, “I’m so sorry, baby. Go find parents who can give you happiness.” As the anesthesia coursed through her veins, she closed her eyes, tears escaping the corners. When she woke up, Rebecca found herself in a hospital bed, and to her surprise, Felix was there, worry etched across his face. He held her hand tightly, pressing it to his lips, visibly relieved when she opened her eyes. “Honey, you scared me to death.” Confused, Rebecca asked, “What are you doing here?” Felix didn’t seem to know about her surgery. Perhaps he didn’t care about the baby at all. With a mix of playful annoyance and affection, he said, “Grandpa wanted us to come home for lunch. I couldn’t reach you, so I called the driver, and he told me you were in the hospital. I rushed over.” At that moment, while he was on the phone, Felicity was nestled in his arms, happily taking her prenatal vitamins. She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Baby, do you want me to have a son first, or a daughter?” Felix smiled, playfully brushing her nose, “Either is fine by me. As long as it’s our child, I’ll love it.” Felicity snuggled closer. “Then I’ll have a son. He can help you with all the pressure.” “You’re so thoughtful,” Felix said, planting a kiss on her forehead. Just then, Vincent called, asking him to return home for lunch with Rebecca. Felicity pouted, her mood dampened, “But I wanted to have lunch with you!” “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he promised, but when he realized he couldn’t reach Rebecca, his expression turned anxious, and he dashed off to the hospital. Just as Felicity started to shake off her little pout, she caught sight of Felix’s worried expression when he realized he couldn’t reach Rebecca. A wave of jealousy surged within her. When Felix picked up his phone to call the driver and heard Rebecca was in the hospital, his concern intensified. Without a second thought, he bolted for the door. Felicity couldn’t help but feel her irritation flared up. “Wait! Where are you going?” “Out of my way!” Felix shot back, his patience slipping as he brushed past her. Felicity bit her lip, tears of frustration pooling in her eyes. Normally, Felix was so patient with her. There was a time when she cried over him just sleeping with Rebecca, and he would have given up a multi-billion-dollar deal to comfort her. But now, Felix was leaving her behind without a second thought. Felix’s thoughts snapped back to the present. “Lillian said you just had low blood sugar and a weakened immune system. A few days of rest and you’ll be fine. I’ll make you some nourishing soup when we get home.” Rebecca managed a weak smile, testing his reaction. “Felix, I had a dream that we had a baby, but I lost it. Would you be upset?” He leaned closer, wrapping an arm around her head and kissing her forehead. “Of course, I’d be upset. But don’t worry; I won’t let anything happen to you. You won’t be hurt, I promise.” Just then, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Felicity, and Rebecca caught a glimpse of it. [Honey, I’m pregnant. Waiting for you.]
Felix was taken aback, instinctively lowering his gaze to observe Rebecca. At that moment, she quickly averted her eyes. Without a hint of guilt, Felix turned off his phone. “Rebecca, I have some business to handle at work. I’ll send someone to pick you up from the hospital, and I’ll make you some soup when I get home tonight.” As he spoke, he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with warmth. After Felix left, Rebecca turned to Lillian. “Make sure to package the embryo from the surgery. I want it to be their gift on Felicity’s birthday.” “Okay,” Lillian replied, her heart aching for Rebecca. She added, “You just lost the baby. Are you sure you’re up for the trip to Howario in two days? Maybe you should wait a bit longer?” Rebecca shook her head firmly. “No, I want to go that day.” She couldn’t wait another moment. If it weren’t for the unusual weather in Howario that had grounded flights for five days, she would have left already. Lillian didn’t press further, simply giving Rebecca’s hand a comforting pat. “Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” Rebecca managed to make a bittersweet smile. The only truly valuable thing she had gained in her eight years in Kingsdom was Lillian, her dear friend, along with Vincent, who treated her like a cherished granddaughter. ***** As she rested at home, Lillian provided her with some supplements to help her recover quickly. Around 10 p.m., Felix returned, bustling around in the kitchen until midnight. Just as Rebecca was drifting in and out of sleep, she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind, planting soft kisses on her neck as he murmured, “Honey, I love you so much. I can’t stand being away from you for even a moment.” Rebecca pretended not to hear. The next morning, before heading to the office, Felix leaned down to kiss the sleepy Rebecca, reminding her, “Don’t forget to drink the soup I made for you. I’ll be home tonight.” Still half-asleep, she mumbled a half-hearted, “Mm-hmm.” The next couple of days passed in a calm routine, with Felix leaving early and returning late. Whenever Felicity threw a little tantrum, he would sneak off to the bathroom at midnight to text her and soothe her feelings. With just one day left before her departure, Rebecca received a call from her mother, Miranda Perez. “Rebecca! You’re finally coming back! Are you bringing your true love with you this time?” Miranda’s excitement was palpable over the phone. Rebecca felt a lump in her throat, fighting back tears as she tried to sound casual. “Mom, I’m coming back alone. I’ll explain everything when I get home.” Miranda sighed in frustration, “Rebecca, I’m not trying to pressure you, but you’ve been dating for so long. You’re not getting any younger. When do you plan to get married? Who dates for that long without introducing their family?” Miranda assumed Rebecca and Felix were in a similar situation as before, thinking they’d just play around for a few more years before tying the knot. Rebecca could only reassure her. “I’ll have an explanation for you.” Miranda’s disappointment was evident in her voice. “I thought this time you’d bring him back, so I decorated the island beautifully.” Fearing she might lose control of her emotions and cry on the phone, Rebecca quickly made an excuse to hang up. On the 23rd, the countdown came to an end. Felix personally helped Rebecca with her suitcase as they waited in the VIP lounge at the airport. He gently said, “Take some time for yourself. And don’t forget about Felicity’s apology letter. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.” Rebecca’s gaze turned cold, and she managed to make a faint smile. The announcement for the flight to Venicia crackled over the intercom. Felix walked her to the boarding gate, repeating. “I’ll be waiting for you.” What he didn’t know was that she wouldn’t be coming back. They would never see each other again.
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