From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 157

Assuming she knew about his plans to destroy The Sutton Group, her attitude toward him had reverted to how she behaved when they were newlyweds—far more eager to please.

She only married him to exact revenge on the Suttons.

A dark, stormy shadow crossed his eyes as he stood up to change.

Downstairs, she emerged from the kitchen and set a plate of freshly made sandwiches on the table. Her beautiful dark eyes shimmered with anticipation, waiting for his approval, just like she used to do.

Frederick's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He walked over, sat down, took a bite, and declared, “It's awful.”

“How can you say that?”

“The maids said it was delicious!”

“If it's so awful, then don't eat it.” Lydia reached across the table to snatch the plate away.

Frederick suddenly clamped his hand over hers. His gaze turned piercing, studying her every move.

Feeling a flash of guilt, she avoided his eyes and tugged her hand away. “Stop messing around. The maids are watching.”

To Lydia, breakfast felt almost peaceful. It was as if they had gone back in time.

The man across from her, however, wore an expression of pure steel.

After bringing Madeline home from the hospital, they attended the wedding reception as a perfect, devoted daughter and son-in-law.

Everything went off without a hitch.

The guest list was small—mostly former classmates, professors from Averton University, and a few close neighbors.

The only person who seemed unhappy at the reception was Harrison Zane.

When he saw Lydia walk in arm-in-arm with Frederick, his face had hardened completely.

But there was nothing she could say to explain.

As the reception wound down, Caleb kept glancing down at his watch.

“It's almost time to board your flight, isn't it?” she asked.

“You should get going.”

Lydia turned to the couple with a soft smile. “Mom, Julian, I'm going to walk Frederick out.”

Thrilled to see them looking so perfectly reconciled, Madeline happily nodded.

“Boss, shall we head to the airport together? I'm flying back to Kingsleigh today,” Jordan spoke up.

Hearing Jordan say he was leaving, euphoria erupted in Lydia's chest.

Putting up with the charade at Tidal Crest Manor last night had absolutely been worth it.

She walked Frederick out to the hotel entrance, but just as she turned to go back inside, her wrist was suddenly snared.

Startled, she looked up and met his abyssal gaze. “Are you coming to the airport?” he asked coldly.

Lydia nodded, and Frederick released her hand.

She stared up at his stoic profile and the razor-sharp cut of his jaw.

After today, they would probably never see each other again.

They arrived at the airport.

She played the role of the devoted, elegant wife to perfection, walking him right up to the gate.

At the VIP boarding counter, he abruptly looked back. She offered him a brilliant smile and waved goodbye.

The moment he vanished from sight, the smile melted off her face, replaced by a freezing detachment.

As she turned to leave, a woman in stiletto heels dragging a designer suitcase strutted right into her path. It was Sierra Sutton.

“Lydia, did you really have no idea?”

“I'm going on this business trip with Frederick.”

Lydia couldn't even bother acknowledging her. She stormed out of the terminal, flagged down a cab, and climbed in. The second she shut the door, her phone buzzed.

“Perfect! Text me the address, and I'll be there!” Lydia hung up, a radiant smile blooming on her face. For the first time in forever, she felt as though the dark clouds over her life were finally parting.

Tomorrow, she would get her divorce certificate, and soon, she would catch the hit-and-run driver who destroyed her life.

There would be no more shadows left to haunt her.

That night, she and Harrison stayed over at the Zane family house.

Early the next morning, Daniel Quinn called her.

“10:00 AM, Booth 17 at the café. Everything is packed in a brown manila envelope on the table,” Daniel instructed. “Lydia, grab it and get out immediately.”

“I will. Thank you so much, Daniel,” Lydia replied, genuinely moved.

“You're welcome.” Daniel hung up.

Lydia checked her watch—it was 9:00 AM. She asked Harrison to cover for her for the morning and drove off in a white Ferrari.

It was the car she had explicitly ordered a driver to bring over from Tidal Crest Manor the night before.

She had also had her Porsche brought over.

What was hers, she was taking with her.

On the way, Wesley West called to confirm the restaurant for her meeting with Xavier.

It was the most exclusive dining spot in Averton—Tide Peak.

She absolutely had to foot the bill this time; she owed Xavier far too much already.

The white Ferrari pulled over and parked outside the café.

She kept checking her watch. At exactly 9:59 AM, she stepped out and pushed the café doors open.

Her heart was dancing, her steps practically buoyant.

A waiter guided her down the hall. Pushing open the door to Booth 17, she immediately spotted the manila envelope!