Destiny

Chapter 3

Aurora brushed off Lucas's question, her voice light. "I think I'd like to leave now."

Lucas nodded, his expression understanding. "Of course, my love."

As they drove, Lucas suddenly stopped the car at a noisy roadside stall.

The smell of fried food and spices wafted through the air, making Aurora's stomach growl slightly.

Lucas got out of the car and personally ordered her favorite college snack, a crispy fried pastry filled with spicy potatoes.

The owner of the stall recognized Lucas and smiled, "Such a loving husband, always remembering his wife's favorite snacks."

Lucas chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, he seemed to be enjoying the title of a loving husband.

Aurora's expression remained neutral as Lucas handed her the snack. "You loved this when we were in college," he said, his voice nostalgic.

She took a small bite, the flavors and textures familiar, but tasting nothing.

The noise of the roadside stall and the smell of the food seemed to fade into the background as she chewed mechanically.

As they drove away, a dull stomach ache began to form, perhaps from the rich food or perhaps from the tension building inside her.

Aurora's gaze drifted out the window, her mind a thousand miles away.

Lucas glanced at her, his eyes concerned. "Are you okay? You seem a bit distant."

Aurora's smile was a thin line. "I'm fine, just a bit tired."

“Should I turn on your favourite music?” He asked.

Before Aurora could respond, Lucas turned on the music. It was her favourite, classical music.

One thing Lucas is good at is remembering all what Aurora likes and every little detail about her.

Lucas noticed Aurora's discomfort, his expression turned concerned. "We should go to the hospital, I don't want you to have any discomfort." he said, his voice firm.

Aurora shook her head, her smile weak. "No, it's just a stomach ache. I'll be fine once I rest."

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking worried.

Aurora nodded.

Lucas's eyes lingered on her face, but he eventually nodded and turned the car around, heading back home.

As they drove, Lucas's phone suddenly rang, shrill in the quiet car.

One glance at the screen, and his expression changed. "I'm sorry, I need to take this," he said, his voice apologetic.

After the phone call, he said it's an urgent call from work. “It's urgent but I don't think I'm supposed to leave you, especially when you have a stomach ache.”

Aurora's eyes met his, a faint smile on her lips. "Don't worry about me. Go handle work."

Lucas hesitated, then offered, "I can leave you the car, or even call my assistant to drive you home."

Aurora's smile never wavered. "No, really, I'm fine. Go ahead, I'll go home with an uber."

The moment she stepped out of the car, Aurora's smile dropped.

Her eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on the car driving away.

She hailed a cab, her movements swift and decisive.

"Follow that car," she told the driver, her voice low and determined.

The cab driver raised an eyebrow but nodded, following Lucas's car at a discreet distance.

Aurora's eyes never left the car ahead.

The cab followed Lucas's car, winding through the rolling hills and scenic countryside.

Aurora's eyes never left the car ahead, her mind racing with possibilities.

The scenery blurred together as the cars turned onto a familiar road, leading to the countryside villa where Lucas and Aurora had spent a romantic weekend before their marriage.

As Lucas's car pulled up to the villa, Aurora's heart sank. A figure emerged from the shadows, her best friend Florence.

Aurora's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her.

Lucas and Florence didn't even make it indoors. They kissed hungrily in the driveway, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Aurora's eyes coldly observed the scene, her expression unchanging.

The couple stumbled towards the back garden, disappearing from view. Aurora's gaze followed them, her eyes fixed on the spot where they vanished.

The sounds of their frantic intimacy drifted through the air, and Aurora's face remained impassive.

In the hidden corner of the garden, Lucas and Florence collapsed together, lost in their passion.

They were oblivious to the world around them, unaware of the observer who watched with cold, calculating eyes.

Aurora's gaze never wavered, her expression unchanging.

The last layer of illusion had been stripped away, revealing the truth she had suspected all along.

Her eyes seemed to bore into the scene, her mind absorbing every detail.

The scene before her was more like a punch to the gut than betrayal, but Aurora's face showed no emotion.

She was a statue, watching and waiting, her eyes fixed on Lucas and Florence in the garden.