Lilian blinked, caught off guard. "I did it myself."
"Impressive," Sophie replied warmly. "It’s much better than Miss Lisa’s, don’t you think?"
For a split second, Lilian stiffened, a strained smile forming on her lips.
Sophie’s smile didn’t falter, but her words turned sharp. "If your taste isn’t quite refined, Miss Lilian, perhaps you should listen to others’ opinions. Don’t be blindly confident. If something goes wrong, you can always blame someone else."
Lilian’s face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip.
"Let’s go, Alicia," Sophie said, gently pulling her away.
As Alicia adjusted the shopping bags in her hands, her purse slipped and fell to the floor, its contents spilling out. She quickly set the bags aside and crouched down to gather her things, with Sophie helping her. Once everything was packed, they left.
Behind them, Lilian’s trembling voice rang out.
"Alexander, I didn’t know... I really didn’t know it would turn out like this. Sophia was in charge of the PR that day—we didn’t expect her to do something like that. I’ll apologize to Alicia. If she wants me to leave you, I will. I shouldn’t have come back... I shouldn’t have returned. I’ll leave now..."
Her voice broke, frantic and unsteady.
Alexander pulled her into his arms, gently patting her shoulder. "Lilian, it’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. You haven’t wronged Alicia."
He paused, then continued, his tone firm.
"It’s me. I don’t love her. I’m the one who wants a divorce. Even if you weren’t here, I would’ve divorced her. I only married her to appease my grandmother."
—
As Alicia and Sophie walked away, Alicia suddenly realized something.
"My card..." she muttered, checking her purse. "It’s missing. Sophie, wait here—I’ll go check near the entrance."
"Okay, hurry," Sophie replied.
Alicia retraced her steps.
As she approached the spot where her purse had fallen, Alexander’s voice reached her ears—
"It’s not your fault. It’s me who doesn’t love her. I want a divorce. Even if you weren’t here, I would’ve divorced her. I only married her to appease my grandmother."
Her steps halted.
She froze completely, as if every drop of blood in her body had turned to ice. The cold seeped deep into her bones, leaving her unable to move.lilian noticed her and asked, hesitant and trembling. "Is that true? You don’t love her... you love me?"
"Yes," Alexander replied quietly. "I don’t love her. I love you."
The words struck Alicia like a crushing blow.
Her heart trembled violently.
She had always known.
She knew Alexander didn’t love her. She knew his heart belonged to Lilian.
But hearing him say it out loud...
It felt as though her heart was being torn apart, piece by piece. The pain was suffocating, as if her chest had split open, every fragment of her bleeding.
So he had always planned to divorce her.
Maybe he had already decided on it after returning from his business trip—ready to file the papers.
Lilian’s return had only accelerated what was already inevitable.
Alicia had once clung to the hope that their marriage might last... that perhaps he would never bring up divorce.
But those were just illusions.
Even if he never said it, deep down, she had always known—
One day, they would reach this point.
She had once wondered...
If Lilian hadn’t returned, would Alexander have learned to love her?
Now she had her answer.
Even without Lilian, he never would have.
A staff member approached her politely. "Excuse me, miss. Were you looking for a card? I saw it slide away when your purse fell, so I picked it up."
Alicia took the card. "Thank you."
I gave a small smile and shook my head. "It’s fine. I’ll just put some ointment on it when I get back."
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