Chapter 3 Wendy's eyes flew open . Robert's probing gaze bore into her . Her heart skipped , but she forced calm . " Was I ... talking in my sleep just now ? " Robert stood by the bed , towering over her , brows drawn tight . He didn't recognize the name , assumed it was nothing more than nonsense muttered in a dream . Without pressing further , he touched her forehead to check for fever . When he was satisfied she'd cooled down , he said flatly , " Since you're awake , get dressed . Lydia has a performance at The Patriot Theatre today . She gave you a ticket as thanks for the soup you made . " Wendy lowered her lashes , hiding every trace of emotion . She couldn't stir up trouble before the divorce papers were official . So she simply nodded and rose to change On the way to the theatre , Robert suddenly braked and pulled up at a flower shop . " Wait here . " He stepped out , disappearing inside . Through the window , Wendy watched him move through the rows of blooms , his long fingers brushing petals until he chose a bouquet of butterfly orchids . Lydia's favorite . He even picked lavender wrapping paper , because Lydia had once said purple was the color of romance . Wendy stared quietly , utterly still Once upon a time , she had memorized Robert's every preference , his rigid neatness , his cold reserve , frivolous . She had believed he would never do something as sentimental as picking out flowers . disdain for anything But apparently , he would , for her . Robert returned to the car with the bouquet , started the engine , and drove on . Wendy turned her face to the window . The city blurred past in a rush , as fleeting as her own place in his life . An onlooker forever . At the theatre , Lydia lit up the moment she saw him . " Robert ! " Dressed in her costume , she looked like a butterfly in motion , fluttering straight into his arms . Robert's lips curved faintly as he handed her the flowers . " Good luck tonight . " Her cheeks flushed pink as she took then . " You shouldn't have ... you're spoiling me . " He didn't answer , just smoothed a strand of hair from her face with quiet tenderness , They spoke intimately , oblivious to anyone else , until Lydia finally noticed Wendy standing nearby . She offered a perfunctory nod before turning back to Robert . Wendy said nothing , simply moving toward the seats : But a camera crew blocked the patli- " Ms. Spencer , may we interview you ? " a reporter asked . She beamed . " Of course " After a few questions about her performance , the reporter's eyes landed on Robert holding the bouquet . His face lit up . " This must Chapter 3 . WebNovel 12.50 % be your husband ! Not only successful in your career , but with such a thoughtful partner by your side ! " Robert did not correct him . The microphone was passed to him . " As her husband , do you have anything you'd like to say to her before she goes onstage ? " Robert took it , his gaze steady on Lydia . His voice was deep , resolute . " To me , you'll always be the brightest star . Go shine , Lydia . I'll always be behind you . " From the corner , Wendy's mind reeled . She had heard those words before . Years ago , Luca had whispered them to her . " Go ahead , Wendy . I'll always be right behind you . " The reporters sighed in admiration . " Such a devoted couple ! " Lydia lowered her head shyly . When the reporters finally lett , she gave Robert a playful shove . " Why didn't you deny it ? We're not really together . " Her gaze flicked deliberately toward Wendy . " She heard you . She must feel terrible . Shouldn't you go comfort her ? " Robert finally looked at Wendy . His eyes were cold . " Don't bother with her . " Then he took Lydia's hand and walked away . Lydia glanced back , smirking , lips curled in silent triumph . Wendy's face remained unreadable . She turned and walked to the audience seats , She truly didn't care anymore . Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!