Guinevere was taken aback by Wendy’s harsh words. She had known that Wendy didn’t like her, but she never expected her to be so blunt about it. After Wendy left, Guinevere felt a knot of discomfort forming in her stomach. She fidgeted restlessly, her mind spinning in confusion. Her first instinct was to call Weston and explain, but when she reached for her phone, she realized with a shock that it was broken.
Looking down at her empty hands, she felt a strange emptiness. For the first time, they felt cold and powerless, unable to hold onto anything, not even the possibility of reaching out for comfort.
Meanwhile, Wendy had returned to her own room, where Chris was lounging against the bed. She didn’t say anything to him, simply sitting down at her dresser to begin her skincare routine.
Wendy had once been a renowned beauty, a star in the entertainment industry. Her looks had been unmatched, the envy of many. But she had left that life behind early, marrying Chris during her prime, and now, Guinevere held the crown as the most beautiful woman in the family. Wendy could see how the tables had turned, and a pang of bitterness stirred inside her. The older she grew, the more she realized how time never stopped, no matter how hard she tried to hold onto her youth. The physical signs of aging were starting to show, and no amount of cosmetics could hide them forever.
Wendy had been devoted to Chris, but as the years had gone by, the love between them had slowly faded. Now, they were both nearing fifty, and what remained of their connection was more out of habit than passion.
As Wendy stood by the window, staring out, Chris glanced at her and asked with concern, “Why do you seem so unhappy lately? Do you want to take some time off?”
Wendy didn’t answer right away. Instead, she moved toward the bed, lifting the quilt and settling down beside him. “Guinevere just gave birth. If we go out and enjoy ourselves, people will gossip.”
Chris tensed at the mention of Guinevere. After a long silence, he replied, “What does it have to do with us? Weston should handle all of this.”
Wendy’s lips curled into a sneer. “You should know better. Weston hasn’t come home in days. Guinevere can’t even reach him. What’s happening to him? After all that’s happened, he’s treating her so coldly! She gave birth to his son, yet he acts like the child isn’t his…”
As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of something tearing filled the room. Chris had ripped the newspaper in half, his frustration evident.
Wendy blinked and noticed what had happened. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.
Chris snapped back to reality, his face hardening. “How can you say that? Zack is Weston’s son. Stop thinking nonsense!”
Wendy didn’t respond immediately. She glanced at Chris, sensing that something deeper was troubling him. But Chris avoided her gaze, quickly switching off the light. “Stop overthinking. Go to sleep,” he muttered.
In the dark silence, Chris’s steady breathing seemed to echo in the room. Yet, he couldn’t sleep. His mind was consumed by the events of two years ago, when everything had changed. After that night, his relationship with Weston had soured, and their bond had never been the same since. The memories of that night were a constant weight on his mind, one that he couldn’t shake.
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