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It was not until half an hour later that she arrived home, and only then did Kayson finally reply with a single sentence. 

“No need, what you asked me to sign naturally wasn’t harmful to me.” 

This means that you don’t know how to read. 

Yeah, he was in a hurry to pick up the drunk Luella, so how could he have time to go see her? 

Even though it was within his reach. 

It rained all day until the evening of the next day. 

Greta stayed at home and silently deleted all the post–marriage updates shared on social media platforms. 

After cleaning up her Instagram, she logged out and immediately saw Luella’s new post. 

The photo was taken on a yacht, with each angle capturing the man’s slender hands beautifully. 

Greta knew it was Kayson and also knew that Luella did it on purpose. 

But now, she no longer cares about such trivial matters. 

She turned off her phone, got up and went into the kitchen, preparing to make a salad herself. 

Dinner had just been prepared when Kayson suddenly returned. 

Greta was momentarily stunned as she watched him carrying the cake in his hands. 

“Weren’t you not fond of desserts? Why did you suddenly buy a cake?” 

Kayson walked over and frowned slightly when he saw her dinner. 

“Today is your birthday, did you forget? Why did you eat such a simple meal?” 

Greta was stunned. 

When she was four or five years old, her parents divorced and left her with her grandmother. 

When she was fifteen or sixteen years old, her grandmother passed away. She had no one to take care of her and she never celebrated her birthday again. 

For the past three years, Kayson always remembered and would rush back to accompany her on her 

birthday, no matter how busy he was. 

She went on a long trip and came back. He was worried about her safety, so he would specially go to 

the airport to pick her up. 

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When encountering thunderstorm weather, he knew she was afraid, and he would gently embrace 

her in his arms. 

Greta thought that these unintentional concerns and gestures meant liking. 

Until their one–month wedding anniversary, Kayson made an excuse of having work–related matters and cancelled the pre–booked candlelight dinner. 

Feeling disappointed, she was called by Cassia to the bar to deliver a coat, but unexpectedly bumped 

into Luella. 

She drank until she was completely drunk, holding onto the person who should have been working 

overtime at the company, refusing to let go no matter what. 

Kayson pulled her away angrily, with a stern face. 

“Luella! Stop fucking around, let go! What do you take me for? Some kind of toy you can throw away 

or pick up whenever you feel like it?” 

Luella didn’t listen to what he was saying at all, stubbornly using her hands that had been brushed away to hug his waist again. 

Again and again, never getting tired of it. 

Finally, Kayson finally compromised and admitted defeat. 

He stood there, casting his gaze down towards her, his eyes filled with restrained affection, his tone 

full of surrender. 

“Luella, how should I handle you in the end?” 

At that moment, the bag in Greta’s hand fell to the ground. 

She had many images flashing through her mind. 

The hands tightly held amidst the crowded crowd, the tilted umbrella in the rainy day, the figure kneeling on the ground in a graduation gown to propose… 

Every scene was a testament to Kayson’s unwavering love for Luella. 

She had witnessed those moments with her own eyes, so she couldn’t deny this fact. 

Even after three years of marriage, even after she became his wife, even after she had once had a 

little bit of his affection. 

It cannot be denied. 

To be precise, the little good that Kayson had for her was nothing more than what she stole from the temporarily absent Luella. 

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She held onto such a small advantage, thinking she had gained everything. 

In reality, she never had him, not even for a single moment. 

So, looking at the number 24 on the cake, Greta felt no ripples in her heart. 

She simply politely nodded slightly and said, “Thank you.” 

Kayson lit the candle and smiled gently, “Greta, we are husband and wife, don’t use such formal words like ‘thank you‘, make a wish instead.” 

She nodded and was about to get up when Kayson’s phone rang. 

Watching his slightly trembling eyes, Greta guessed whose call it was and sat back down. 

And as she had expected, the phone hung up one minute later, and Kayson left as well. 

Listening to the gradually fading sound of the car outside the window, Greta’s lips curved into a 

bitter smile. 

The room was not lit, and the flickering candle cast her lonely shadow on the wall. 

She clasped her hands together and made a wish for her twenty–fourth birthday. 

“In the new year, Greta no longer liked Kayson.”