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After hanging up, Angelina didn’t head straight to the estate. Instead, she returned home.
The over–300–square–meter apartment, decorated with care by her and Fabian over the years, didn’t feel empty. On the contrary, it was warm and inviting.
She had once believed this place would always be her and Fabian’s home.
But since discovering Fabian’s betrayal last night, it no longer was.
The diamond rings they were supposed to exchange on their wedding day in two weeks had already been handed to Angelina.
The matching couple’s rings were designed by Fabian himself, every detail personally drawn out by him.
At the time, Fabian had held her in his arms, explaining with anticipation in his voice:
“These two rings have hidden grooves. When placed together, they form the shape of a heart, symbolizing that we’ll never be apart.”
Pulling herself out of the memory, Angelina retrieved the rings without hesitation and called
the local delivery service.
“Hello, I’d like to arrange for a package to be sent…‘
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Since the bride on their wedding day would now be Natalie, these deeply symbolic rings naturally belonged to her.
Angelina arranged for the rings to be delivered at 9 a.m. on the wedding day. Watching the courier take them away, she felt a sense of relief.
The “home” she stood in, with its over 300 square meters, was filled with memories of her
love with Fabian.
Before leaving, she would erase every trace of her presence here.
When Angelina arrived at the estate, her eyes were still red.
Mrs. Carnegie noticed her tearful appearance as she walked in and glanced behind her, puzzled by Fabian’s absence.
“Why are you crying?” she asked. “Did Fabian bully you?”
Angelina didn’t know who to confide her grievances to. No matter how kind Mrs. Carnegie was to her, she would always side with her son.
Forcing a smile, Angelina adjusted her expression. “No, it’s just that the wind outside was
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She raised a hand to rub her eyes, discreetly wiping away the tears as she did so. She quickly
returned to her usual self.
Mrs. Carnegie sighed in relief and said with a smile, “If Fabian ever bullies you, make sure to tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.”
Shortly after Angelina arrived, Fabian’s car pulled into the underground garage.
When Fabian didn’t come up immediately, Mrs. Carnegie asked Angelina to call him.
In the garage, Angelina immediately spotted the one car with its interior lights still on.
Fabian sat inside, smoking, his attention fixed on his phone. He didn’t even notice her approach.
“You’re dressing like this to tempt me? You won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow,” Fabian said into the phone.
On the other end, Natalie’s coy voice responded, “This is a treat for you. Don’t miss out. Remember to come tonight.”
Fabian cursed softly and said darkly, “Just wait and see what I do to you tonight.”
After hanging up, Fabian seemed unable to contain himself, lighting one cigarette after another to suppress his urges.
The Fabian Angelina saw today shattered the image she had held of him in her heart.
The man who had once seemed to love her so deeply was capable of giving his tenderness to two women at once–and with such passion for someone else.
A bitter smile tugged at Angelina’s lips as her stomach churned.
Hearing the car engine turn off, Fabian stubbed out his cigarette.
Just a second before he opened the door, Angelina quickly left the garage.
They returned upstairs almost simultaneously. The servants were setting the dishes on the dining table.
Mrs. Carnegie shot Fabian an annoyed look. “Why were you dawdling so long? Angelina had to go down to fetch you.”
Fabian froze, his face turning tense as he looked at Angelina.
“You came to find me?” he asked.
Angelina met his gaze calmly. “Yes, but I saw you on a call, so I came back up. Is something wrong?”
Fabian stared at her for a long moment, his nervous expression unchanged. “Did you hear who
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I was talking to?”
Angelina felt a surge of bitterness but didn’t let any of it show. “No, wasn’t it a client? Who else could it be?”
Her steady gaze seemed to ease Fabian’s tension. He softened, returning to his usual tender demeanor, and lightly ruffled her hair.
“No, it wasn’t a client. It was someone from the team handling next week’s charity gala. I’ve had new jewelry made just for you. No matter the occasion, you’ll always be the most dazzling one by my side.”
When Angelina had been rescued years ago, Fabian had organized periodic charity galas under the Carnegie Group’s name.
The funds raised were donated through a foundation named after Angelina, all to pray for her health and well–being.
Fabian, who didn’t believe in gods or spirits, had done all of this for her. At the time, Angelina had been deeply touched.
Now, her response was devoid of emotion. “Do as you see fit.”
After dinner, Mrs. Carnegie brought out a red sandalwood box and took out a jade bracelet, sliding it onto Angelina’s wrist.
“This is a Carnegie family heirloom, passed down to our daughters–in–law. After so many years, it’s finally yours.”
Mrs. Carnegie beamed with affection, her gaze flitting between Angelina and Fabian.
Angelina looked at the translucent jade bracelet that made her wrist appear even more slender and delicate, but she couldn’t appreciate its beauty.
Smiling faintly, she removed the bracelet and placed it back in the box.
“I understand what you mean, but such a significant gift should wait until the wedding day.”
Her tone was firm, leaving Mrs. Carnegie no choice but to agree to present it to her personally on the wedding day.
Noticing Fabian frequently checking the time, Angelina used it as an excuse to leave early.
On the way out, a sudden wave of abdominal pain reminded her that her period had come early.
Back at home, Fabian heated some water and personally helped Angelina remove her shoes and socks to soak her feet.
As she looked at the crown of his head, pain tore through her heart.
If he had already fallen out of love, why was he still treating her so kindly?
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This display of affection–it turned out it could all be an act.
Lying in bed, Fabian placed a large hand on her abdomen, gently massaging it.
Sleepiness crept over her, but knowing Fabian’s true intentions, she couldn’t fully relax.
When her phone buzzed softly twice, Angelina felt Fabian take it. His breathing grew heavier, and the pressure from his hand increased.
As Fabian hoped, Angelina’s breathing gradually evened out, feigning the rhythm of sleep.
He quietly got out of bed, changed clothes, and hurried out the door.
Standing by the window, Angelina watched his car speed away. Her fingernails dug into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
