Chapter 4

Rigella’s POV

Seymour gave me a hug as I was leaning on his shoulder. There was no ill will between us at the time. My tears were still streaming nonstop as we sat on the bench in the mansion’s garden. Whatever I do to stop crying, I still can’t. By the way, Seymour was also my best friend from childhood. We were in our fourth year of high school when he left, since his family had immigrated to Canada. I met Roxanne at that point, and we quickly grew close.

He jokingly said, “Oh, you still don’t want to stop, do you? Can I wash the dishes now? Your eyes were like a faucet.”

I laughed and smacked him. I brushed away my tears and added, “You’re still not changing; you’re still corny.”

I’ve finally stopped crying. I turned to face him even though I was still looking at the fountain in front of us because I could feel his eyes on me.

Oh my God, too! We made the wrong move, and I almost kissed him! I stared at him after he chuckled, turned his face away from me, and pinched my nose. His arm was taken away from me as I sat down.

I was just staring at the fountain when I couldn’t help but recall what I had just seen. I was unaware that Lara was there. That is why Ivan simply grinned when bidding the room farewell. He will pay Lara. I sighed and used my hand to play a game. Even now, it still hurts. The fact that he is dear to someone else still escapes me.

Seymour questioned abruptly, “Who was with your husband before?”

I turned to face him because he was just gazing at the fountain. I hardly grinned. I respond and bow, “Lara, his girlfriend.”

He turned to face me, and I caught a glimpse of his eyebrow rising out of the corner of my eye. He only giggled. He chuckled lightheartedly, but unlike before, I stopped laughing. “Seriously? You’re his wife, but he has a girlfriend?” he asked.

I continued to rest my head on his shoulder after he observed my continued silence. His tone was so grave that I felt as though my body hair had stood up: “How long has your husband been cheating on you?”

I exhaled deeply before responding. I only whispered the final bit of what I said so that he couldn’t hear me: “Right from the start, he was with Lara. He just got me pregnant, so he married me. It’s my fault; I wanted to marry him. So now, I’m suffering.”

He gave me a back pat. He questioned, “Really? Eh, why were they still with that woman up until now? Didn’t she fall in love with you at least a little bit?” He queried.

His words really got me thinking. I was aware of my own abilities, so why wasn’t it enough? Many people claim that I am the ideal wife, but was she the one who said that? Has he ever shown me gratitude?

I examined my ring. a wedding band and an engagement ring. My wedding ring has her initials and the date of our nuptials inscribed on it.

I hesitantly respond, “Apparently, yes. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“tsk. Ah, your charms were potent. You are gorgeous, sweet, devoted, astute, and wealthy. Since everyone left, why hasn’t she fallen in love with you? Cupcakes, be honest with me: was your husband an alien?”

I grinned and gave him a light kick in good fun as he laughed and said Since I was a young child, he has actually called me “cupcake.” I’m not sure if this was unusual. But I wanted to see this side of him. He will start making jokes out of the blue when he senses that I don’t want to converse any more.

I made fun of him for his frown, saying, “I don’t know about you, cookie monster.” I used to call him that.

He continued, “By the way, the fashion designer I know was looking for a business partner for the boutique he’s going to build. You might be interested. Didn’t you always dream of having your own boutique?” He grinned as I started to back away from him a little.

I grinned in response to the query, “Really? You’re not kidding anymore?”

He giggled while grabbing my nose. Since then, he has taken to pinching my nose a lot. “We may meet her tomorrow if you’d like. Maybe you’ll be famous. I showed her your sketches when we were still in high school, and she was lovely.”

I was overjoyed and gave Seymour a hug. My dreams will finally come true. After I hugged him, I responded, “Sure! Can I still deny that? That’s my dream. All right, call her, then let’s meet her tomorrow.”

I was a little taken aback and averted my eyes because he was grinning and staring at me.

“It’s your fault,” I said. When I turned to face him, he was now scowling.

I scowled, “Huh? What’s up?” and frowned.

He added sulkily, “You didn’t take me as your son’s godfather.”

I chuckled and gave him an “aray” in response by pinching his snout. I laughed as I said, “Hahaha! How can I invite you if we don’t have communication with each other? I tried to call your number before, but it looks like you changed the number.”

He shook his neck and muttered, “Oh, it’s my fault.” He took his phone and pressed it, then handed it to me, saying, “By the way, save your number here so I can text or call you when we meet with someone I know.”

He handed it to me after pressing the button on his phone. I keyed in my phone number and had it saved on his device. He took my arm once more as I re-handed him the phone. The aroma of Seymour He didn’t alter that aroma; it still belongs to him. I enjoyed the scent he wore.

I sat down after hearing a frigid voice say, “Rigella.”

Ivan frowned at Seymour’s arm that was over me when I turned to face him, so I took it off and spoke softly to him.

“Just let me know what time we are tomorrow by text. My husband is already there.”

I stood up and went up to Ivan. I felt a twinge as he silently wrenched my arm away from Seymour. His hold was too tightly constricted.

His voice was icy and menacing. “You left Ice alone there just to flirt?”

I inhaled deeply. Isn’t it my responsibility to tell him that?

“That’s Seymour, my best friend, who I haven’t seen in a while; we didn’t flirt.”

He asked, “Best friend? Eh, why were you being hugged then?” with anger, and I forced a swallow.

I inhaled deeply. When he drew his face near to mine, I froze mid-sentence.

“Seymour was just like that.”

His pleasant breath was mingled with the aroma of wine. It was only one inch from our lips. He fixed his gaze on my lips, warming my cheeks. I stared at him, my lips twitching. I instantaneously felt his lips brush against mine.