Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The caption read: [The happiest thing in the world is, after sailing through countless seas, still having someone who treats you like a baby. Thank you for always being there, my prince.]

So, this was the surprise Vance had prepared. It was truly shocking.

The only time Rebecca and Vance had gone to the supermarket together was shortly after their marriage.

Vance had finally had a weekend at home, and she had been eager to build a warm family atmosphere, so she suggested they go shopping.

Back then, she had truly dreamed of a blissful marriage: sharing every meal through the four seasons, shopping together, returning home hand in hand, sipping drinks under the sunset, greeting every dawn and dusk side by side…

Unfortunately, that had remained nothing more than a beautiful dream..

Their only supermarket outing had been marred when they ran into one of his acquaintances. She wasn’t sure if it was an elder or someone else who called out his name from across the aisle. Vance’s immediate reaction had been to put distance between them.

“Out shopping?” the acquaintance had asked casually.

“Yeah, just browsing by myself,” Vance had replied.

That phrase was another needle embedded in their marriage.

She had been left standing there alone, pushing a fully loaded shopping cart, feeling utterly isolated, while he chatted with the acquaintance and drifted further away.

If not for someone behind her asking to pass, she didn’t know how long she would have stood there, trying to process that stinging remark.

But as she hurriedly moved the cart aside, still unaccustomed to her disability, she had lost her balance and fallen, taking the cart down with her.

[How old are you? Have some shame!]

[Those shoes are filthy. People use those carts for food. Gross!]

[Does she think she’s cute? Take your lovey-dovey stuff home, please.]

The comments were unusually unified in their direction.

Just then, the front door opened, followed by a burst of noisy voices. A crowd had arrived, and among them, Catherine’s voice rang out the loudest.

“Wow! This sofa! This huge window! This dining table! This lamp! This carpet! It’s all so beautiful!” she marveled. “Vance, you actually remembered the home decor style we discussed back then. You turned it into your home? This space is enormous! I told you a large flat would be perfect. You said a villa was better, but look! This is heaven!”