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Laughter rippled through the room as the crowd joined in with playful teasing. “Exactly! Carrie, you remember us
from high school, right? We weren't all bad! Cleaning duty, helping you out—we did our share. Con, cut us
sslack here. We're not trying to steal your husband. Just let us toast him—maybe sof his success will
rub off on us!”
Amused, Carrie glanced at Kristopher, her heart swelling with pride. She gave a small nod, her voice soft but
confident. “Go ahead, have a drink.”
That was all it took. Everyone, except for Ailyn, rose to their feet, raising their glasses with eager smiles. They
drained their drinks in a single gulp, while Kristopher, in contrast, merely took a small sip, barely moistening his
lips. The gesture wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. Very few people in Orkset—or anywhere, really—could boast
of convincing Kristopher Norris to drink an entire glass with them.
As the toasts continued, the waitstaff began bringing in dish after dish, each one more extravagant than the last.
These weren't the original items listed for the evening. Instead, a lineup of rare and luxurious seafood had taken
their place. Everyone knew the reason why. This sudden upgrade was thanks to Kristopher’s presence—a benefit
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarrie had effortlessly brought about. And it had absolutely nothing to do with Ailyn.
Ailyn, once the queen bee of the gathering, now sat in the shadows, her shoulders stiff with humiliation. The
lavish dishes that graced the table—delicacies she rarely had the chance to enjoy—and the sight of million-dollar
wine bottles, once an unattainable dream, only deepened her misery. Knowing it was all because of Carrie
snuffed out any appetite she might have had. Clutching her fork tightly, she stared blankly at the food in front of
her, her eyes simmering with resentment.
Around her, the lively chatter and bursts of laughter felt like echoes from a distant world, one she was no longer
part of. Camille, catching sight of Ailyn’s defeated expression, felt her spirits lift considerably. Even Kristopher—
whom she typically had mixed feelings about—seemed far more tolerable in this moment.
Leaning closer to Carrie, she murmured with a half-joking sigh, “You know, love really is about destiny. Watching
how much Kristopher has changed for you, I'm glad | didn’t push harder to talk you into a divorce back then.”
Carrie smiled, her expression warm yet composed. “And Albin treats you well too,” she replied softly. Their eyes
met for a brief moment, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Beneath the playful banter, there
was a genuine wish for each other's happiness.
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Kristopher, having showered Carrie with subtle affection all evening, had clearly earned her admiration. She
decided to return the favor, fully intending to play the role of the perfect wife by peeling shrimp and crab for
him. But just as she reached for the crab, Camille pushed a bowl toward her. It was already filled with perfectly
peeled shrimp and crab meat, courtesy of Albin’s meticulous efforts.
“Don’t bother dirtying your hands. Just eat this,” Camille said lightly, as though it were nothing out of the
ordinary. Carrie accepted without hesitation, spooning sinto her own bowl and Kristopher’s. Watching their
interaction, Albin suppressed a smirk. These three were untouchable. Best not to stir unnecessary complications.
Ailyn, meanwhile, seethed internally. Her frustration erupted in silent mental screams. Each glance at Carrie and
Camille was like a dagger to her chest. She couldn't believe the twist of fate that had placed them on such high
pedestals while leaving her floundering in the dirt. Her thoughts spiraled bitterly.
“Carrie! Camille! What on earth makes them so special?” she raged inwardly. “Why do they get partners who are
rich, handsome, and perfect—like they've stepped straight out of a fairy tale? And me? I'm stuck with an
unattractive middle-aged man with nothing but his wallet to offer. Neither of them is flawless. So why them and
not me?”
As animated conversations filled the room, a solitary figure materialized at the private room’s entrance.
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