Steven, seemingly oblivious to my stare, removed his hand. “Since fate brought us all here, a toast is in order.”
Zachary was overjoyed and quickly filled his glass.
Megan poured me a glass as well.
Steven didn't look at me once, but my eyes were glued to the ring on his finger. A storm of emotions churned within me as I clutched my phone.
It was a simple ring, one I had personally designed and crafted to his exact size. It was one of a kind.
At the time, I had so little money that I could only afford to make one for him. I had foolishly hoped that perhaps he would buy me one.
But he never bought wedding rings.
And the ring I gave him? He had tossed it aside somewhere right after the wedding and never wore it.
In my past life, it wasn't until our fourth year of marriage, after I forced myself on him and our dynamic shifted, that he finally dug it out and started wearing it.
But now, after we were divorced, he was wearing it. What was that supposed to mean? Was he trying to disgust me?
The group raised their glasses for a toast, and I swallowed my anger along with a mouthful of wine.
Megan stood up to refill Steven's glass, her voice full of concern. “Mr. Lancaster, I heard you were in a car accident recently. I hope you’ve recovered well?”
Her words hit a nerve. Gordon, of all people, nearly dropped his fork.
Steven’s handsome face remained impassive, betraying none of the deep, cold malice that lay hidden in his eyes.
“I’m hard to kill. I’ve recovered well enough,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he looked directly at me. “It’s just that my wife is heartless. I was on the brink of death, and she refused to come and see me.”
His gaze was as sharp as a blade, and I felt like I was being impaled. I took another large gulp of wine.
I remembered what Rachel had told me—that Steven knew I liked him.
I had thought he would try to humiliate me. Instead, he was showing off in front of all these people.
But this kind of showing off made my skin crawl. I couldn’t stop myself from retorting, “Mr. Lancaster, if I remember correctly, your relationship wasn’t exactly great. You were the one with a new love interest first. If anyone needs forgiving, it’s you. Don’t flatter yourself.”
The table fell into a shocked silence. Everyone stared at me, their faces a mixture of disbelief and awe, as if they couldn’t believe I had the audacity to talk back to Steven.
Megan tugged at my sleeve. “Zephyra, don’t say things like that! He’s the chairman of Aether Studio! The head of one of the most famous jewelry companies in the country! He’s the person you should be trying to please!”
I knew who Steven was. I was done with him. I was about to announce my departure when Steven suddenly reached out, grabbed my chair, and with a sharp tug, pulled me, chair and all, right up against him. The sudden movement made me jolt.
I twisted my head to glare at him, only to find his handsome face just inches from mine. My heart hammered in my chest, and I instinctively tried to pull back. He watched me with a mocking smile. “Who is my new love? Be specific—”

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