Chapter 4

Even when Jayceon spoke to the waitstaff, his tone remained courteous and composed, as if he effortlessly held every situation in his grasp.

Jayceon was truly extraordinary.

Yet, despite his remarkable nature, he had married a woman he didn’t love. The inevitability of their divorce loomed quietly between them.

As they waited for their meal, Jayceon slid a small jewelry box across the table toward Arabella. “For our anniversary,” he said simply.

Arabella gave a slight nod and glanced at the box with an expression that was more distant than grateful. She clasped her water glass with both hands, as if anchoring herself.

She had carried feelings for Jayceon for twenty-two years, and they had been married for three.

But she understood better than anyone the icy distance that lay beneath his polished, gentle exterior.

In her younger years, she had been relentless in asking him for gifts.

Whenever he grew weary of her persistence, he would give her something, and she would proudly display it for days on end.

After her family’s financial ruin, her mother’s harsh words shattered her illusions.

Their fall from the heights of high society meant Arabella was now just an ordinary girl—no longer worthy of Jayceon’s attention.

From that moment forward, she never dared to act spoiled or request anything from him.

Still, despite the absence of love, Jayceon maintained the facade of a devoted husband.

Every year, without fail, he presented gifts on her birthday, Valentine’s Day, their anniversary, and even Women’s Day.

Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Jayceon opened the box himself and carefully removed a diamond bracelet.

Arabella could tell immediately it was worth at least six figures.

He reached out to take her left hand and slip the bracelet onto her wrist.

She instinctively pulled back, but he held her hand firmly in place.

His gaze met hers, sharp and slightly probing. “You don’t like it?”

In the past, even a cheap hair tie from him would have filled her with joy for days.

Now, here he was, placing a dazzling diamond bracelet on her wrist—and she was resisting.

She shook her head gently. “It’s fine.”

He fastened the bracelet securely. “It looks beautiful on you.”

Arabella murmured, “Thank you.”

Jayceon’s brow furrowed.

Since she had learned to speak, Arabella had trailed after him, always asking for things.

No matter the price or value, she had accepted every gift with gratitude.

Now, after three years of marriage, she had mastered the art of keeping her distance.

She was probably still stung by the fact he had missed their anniversary because of Georgina.

He served her a plate of food. “Your favorite—dark chocolate mousse.”

Arabella looked down at the dessert, then back up at him. “If I asked you to make it yourself, do you think you’d learn?”

He sliced his steak with practiced elegance, his voice low and smooth. “Leave it to the professionals. Even a trainee here could do better than me. Buy whatever you want—don’t worry about the cost.”

Arabella lowered her eyes, concealing the sharp pang of disappointment and hurt.

He could bake a blueberry cake for his first love and their son, proudly sharing it on Instagram. But he wouldn’t bother learning to make a simple dessert for her.

The gulf between his affection for his beloved and the coldness he showed her had never been more apparent.

Arabella took a bite of the dark chocolate mousse.

It tasted bitter, unpleasant.

She struggled to swallow, much like she struggled to suppress the bitter feelings inside her, leaving the harshness trapped within.

She no longer felt like speaking. The food in her mouth seemed tasteless and hollow.

Jayceon ate quietly, with his usual grace.

Silence settled between them, broken only by the occasional clatter of silverware.

The air felt heavy, thick with unspoken emotions.

Jayceon paused mid-bite and fixed his gaze on Arabella.

As a child, she had never been able to sit still during meals. As she grew older, she talked nonstop at the dining table.

When it was just the two of them, she practically sat on his lap, begging him to feed her.

He had once thought she had too much energy and even suggested her parents take her to see a doctor.

Her anger had always been expressed through tears, shouts, or playful charm—never through this cold detachment.

Jayceon tugged irritably at his collar.

Just then, his phone lit up with a message.

He glanced at the screen briefly before silencing it.

He was about to pour more juice for Arabella when the phone buzzed again.

He hesitated, declined the call, and filled her glass.

But before he could set the pitcher down, the phone vibrated once more.

Their eyes met, and Jayceon’s expression darkened slightly.

Arabella’s gaze drifted to the constantly vibrating phone.

Having known Jayceon for years, she understood his usual behavior.

Even if something urgent arose, he would only receive one call from her.

If she didn’t get through, she might send multiple WhatsApp messages, but she never dared to call repeatedly.

That was the standard he expected from her.

Besides, she knew he was busy with countless business events and didn’t want to disturb him unnecessarily.

This caller was clearly the woman he could never forget.

Arabella saw the urgency flickering in his eyes—but there was no trace of anger.

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