Chapter 1
“Gloria Morley, the pink Birkin you had your eye on last time has finally arrived! It was the exact color your husband specially requested, so you can come pick it up anytime!” The Hermès sales associate sounded excited, with a trace of urgency in her voice.
I sat on the couch, clutching the remote, my fingertips turning cold.
Last time?
I had clearly pointed at the bright orange red one in the display window and begged Warren Morley for it for half a month.
“Are you sure... it’s pink?” My throat tightened.
“Of course, Mrs. Morley,” the sales associate said with certainty. “Mr. Morley specifically asked for the softest shade, a cherry blossom pink.”
After the call ended, I stood up, intending to call Warren Morley and ask whether he had gotten it wrong.
But after only two steps, I kicked an unopened package lying under the desk.
The logo on the box was instantly familiar. It was the luxury lingerie brand he often bought for me.
For some reason, I bent down and picked it up.
After untying the ribbon, I found a black lace bustier inside, with the tags still attached.
Instinctively, I checked the size.
75B.
In that instant, my whole body went cold.
I wore a 70C.
I had worn that size for ten years.
Fighting back my disgust, I tossed the black bustier aside.
Then I immediately placed a video call.
He picked up quickly, and there was even a faint flush on his face.
“Honey, what made you suddenly want to video call me today? I used to beg you forever, and you still wouldn’t do it.”
I said nothing. I simply used my right hand to pull up the live feed from the surveillance camera in his CEO office.
After ten years together, Warren immediately sensed that something was wrong.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Was the show not good today? Or are you upset because I’ve been getting off work so late these past few days?”
I glanced at the time. It was already one thirty. In the surveillance feed, the salad on his desk had barely been touched.
He still had food in his mouth. He really did look hungry.
But even so, he immediately put down his knife and fork.
His voice was as gentle as ever. “What’s wrong, Honey? Don’t be mad. I had six meetings back to back since early this morning. I was so busy I barely had time to breathe. If you don’t believe me, just check the camera. Then you’ll know how miserable my day has been.”
That was right.
He had installed that camera himself.
Back then, he had held me in his arms and said, “Lolo, you can turn on the camera in my office anytime. You can check up on me whenever you want. I know truly trustworthy marriages are rare in our circle. But I can give you one hundred percent honesty in exchange for even one percent of your trust. Lolo, I’m not like them.”
His phone, his computer, his bank cards, anything that needed a password, he had set all of them to my birthday.
I had never been the type to swallow my anger, so in the end, I spoke.
“Warren, why was the color of the bag you ordered for me wrong?”
Warren frowned.
He froze for a few seconds, then seemed to realize something.
“Oh! You mean the Birkin from before? The pink one was for my sister. She liked it, so I just ordered one for her while I was at it.”
“Didn’t your orange one arrive too? It must have been the store staff who missed it. Wait a second, I’ll call and ask right now!”
As he spoke, he was already getting irritated, reaching for the office phone.
Just like so many times before, whenever it had anything to do with me, he would immediately get tense and rush to handle it.
I cut him off. “No need.”
