My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 103

At the airport, Adrian moved with steady efficiency, pushing two large suitcases while handling every tedious detail-

check–in, security, customs forms–with an organization that seemed beyond his years.

I simply followed, feeling unprecedented ease. How different this was from trips with Blake, where I’d managed

everything while he scattered about like a kid, forgetful and complaining.

In the waiting area, Adrian handed me a hot drink and delicate pastry–exactly my preferred matcha flavor and

sweetness level.

‘Rest for a bit, we still have time before boarding.” He pointed to the seats nearby.

I accepted them, feeling warmth in my heart.

Just as I settled into my seat, my phone suddenly rang.

Without checking the caller ID, I answered reflexively.

‘Emily… A familiar voice came through, slightly hoarse. “Where did you put that necklace you gave me for my birthday

last year? I can’t find it…”

I gripped the phone, my fingers tightening.

And that tie we bought together when we went shopping? The blue one…” He kept rambling as if we’d never broken up.

Closet, second drawer of the standing cabinet,” I replied coldly.

He seemed stunned for a moment, then pushed further. “What about my underwear? Where did you put it? You used

to…*

‘Blake.” I interrupted him. “We already broke up.”

Silence on the other end for a few seconds, then heavier breathing with stubborn grievance. “What about your stuff

then? The dresses I bought you, the bags… and all the things you left at my place…”

I replied. “Throw them away.”

“What about your favorite teddy bear? You don’t want that either?”

‘No.‘

“What about me?” He sniffled, his voice hoarse and pitiful Emily, don’t you want me anymore either?

I looked at the hurried travelers outside the window, closed my eyes. ‘Blake, I don’t want anything that has to do with

you.”

“I won’t throw them away! Come get them yourself!” he said petulantly

In the past, whenever we fought, he’d always use ‘packing up as an excuse.

When I actually went over, he’d hug me and act cute, sweet–talking until I couldn’t leave.

Perhaps in his mind, this was just another one of my usual tantrums–the kind that could be smoothed over with some

coaxing.

I said, “I’ll send a delivery service.”

“Emily! Stop this…” His tone softened. “Did you hear my song? I sang our song. After finishing it, I suddenly remembered so many things, remembered how we grew up together, all our promises. Emily, we’re good together. How can we just break up like this? So many big producers are looking for me now! Really! It’s just that I’m new to the industry, in the spotlight, I can’t go public with you yet. Let’s date in secret for now, okay? Once I’m established…”

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