From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 10

"Give me the guest list. I'll make the calls myself." Lydia pulled out her phone, instantly spotting a new message from Sierra.

She clicked it open.

It was a photo of Frederick sitting at the dining table, holding up a piece of a sandwich toward the camera. The morning light washed over him, completely highlighting his sharp jawline and Adam's apple, practically radiating sheer, unfiltered masculinity.

The picture was incredibly high-res. His gaze was impossibly soft, and the reflection in his dark eyes perfectly captured Sierra's blushing face as she took the picture.

He used to look at her exactly like that.

Her thumb hovered over the screen, shaking violently before she blocked Sierra's number entirely.

Lydia's gaze dropped to the diamond ring on her finger. She yanked it off, her thumb tracing the customized engraving inside the band—their initials. She had begged to have it engraved when they got married, but now it was just a massive, screaming insult.

She tossed it onto Alice's desk. "Add it to the auction block."

Alice's jaw hit the floor. "Lydia, this is your wedding ring! Won't Mr. Foster completely lose his mind if you auction this off?"

He genuinely wouldn't give a damn.

He probably didn't even know what ditch he had tossed his own ring into.

"It's fine." She pulled the guest list from Alice's hands.

Seeing she was entirely serious, Alice gingerly picked up the ring. As she walked out, she muttered excitedly to herself, "I'm such an idiot. He's obviously going to outbid everyone to win it back for her. It's the ultimate PR stunt—he donates to charity and looks like the absolute perfect husband!"

Lydia knew better.

By the time she took over the foundation, he had already checked out of their marriage.

She had begged him to attend her events countless times, but he always blew her off with some corporate excuse.

He was never going to show up. He never once cared about supporting her, which left her as easy prey for the other billionaires' wives to mock relentlessly.

Besides, the only woman he cared about impressing now was Sierra.

She scanned the list of the city's billionaires, her eyes instantly locking onto the gold-embossed contact card for Mr. Ford. She dialed the number without hesitation.

During her lunch break, Caleb walked into her office and handed her a prescription bag. "Mrs. Foster, you forgot your medication at the house."

She really had left it behind in her mad rush to leave. She took the bag and offered a stiff thank you.

"Also, Mr. Foster had me transfer a property into your name yesterday. The paperwork is completely finalized. Here is the deed and the keys," Caleb continued, placing a leather folder on her desk. "It's your anniversary present."

Lydia completely understood. For two solid years, she had received an extravagant gift for every single milestone.

In the beginning, she had genuinely thought it was incredibly romantic.

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