Stepping out of the law firm.
She stood alone under the awning, watching the endless stream of traffic cut through the rain. Suddenly, she felt like she had nowhere to go.
She had already taken two days off from the research institute.
Tomorrow was the day her mother and Julian were getting their marriage license.
Getting back into her car, she dialed Joanna's number. "Joanna, are you free?"
"Lydia, I have a blind date this afternoon."
"A blind date?"
Hearing the news, she couldn't help but feel happy for her friend.
Joanna had finally moved on from her first love.
They were both heading toward a bright future.
"I'll be waiting to hear all the good news."
Joanna let out a light laugh. "I'll give you all the details later."
"Okay, I'll wait for you at The Pulse."
She drove to The Pulse.
The Pulse was Averton's most exclusive private club, fully equipped with bars, lounges, and all sorts of entertainment facilities, not to mention top-tier security.
"Mrs. Foster?" the bartender called out.
Lydia gave a faint nod. "I'll take a drink."
She wasn't a regular here, but back when things were good with Frederick, she would frequently come here late at night to pick him up.
After enough drop-ins, she had become a familiar face.
"Will champagne work?"
"Yes."
The bar didn't officially open until nine, so it was currently empty.
To her surprise, she spotted an incredibly distinguished Xavier tucked away in a semi-circular corner booth. He was surrounded by a group of tough, sharply dressed men, all sporting the same military haircut, constantly raising their glasses to toast him.
Wesley stood off to the side, wearing a rather strained smile.
The bartender slid her drink across the counter, and she looked away.
"Another one."
For the sake of having a healthy baby, she hadn't touched a drop of alcohol in two years.
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