From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 63

Steve never missed giving me a gift, but he had never once shared a candlelight dinner with me.

Every year, I would cook a feast and sit alone at the dining table, waiting for him to come home until late at night. When he came back, he didn't even take a sip of the wine. He would say that he was exhausted from work and go straight to bed after placing my gift down on the table.

At some point, giving me gifts seemed to have become a task to Steve, nothing more.

I had thought that this year's anniversary might be different, but he never came home that night. Neither Isabel nor Dorothy was home either.

It made me understand that this year's wedding anniversary wouldn't be any different after all.

At best, Steve would come back late, hand me that meaningless engagement gift, and call it a day.

I was clearly too optimistic.

It wasn't until noon that I saw that familiar purple sapphire necklace on Isabel's Instagram. Only then did I finally learn that Steve's willingness to be fleeced by Henry had nothing to do with me.

Isabel posted a bunch of glamorous photos, deliberately showing off that purple sapphire necklace. Her caption read, "Feeling extra lucky on my birthday!"

The comments kept pouring in beneath the post.

"Oh my god, she looks so youthful! When will I ever get to meet the princess in person?"

"That sapphire necklace is stunning! Only something so exquisite could match Izzy's beauty!"

"Happy birthday, Izzy! Wishing you endless happiness!"

Only then did I realize our wedding anniversary was actually Isabel's birthday.

No wonder Steve would always come back so late every year. He would say he wasn't hungry whenever I tried to get him to eat something.

As it turned out, he had already eaten outside. And he was exhausted from keeping another woman company.

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