The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 96

That backpack she carried had been heavy. For a pampered princess who had never known a day of hardship, what kind of determination had fueled her to measure out that journey, step by agonizing step?

A sharp little ache bloomed in Rhys’s chest.

"What about Rhys? It's your turn!" someone in the group jeered playfully.

Rhys was silent for a moment before speaking. "I have never forgotten a single important anniversary."

Clara, who was sipping her drink, nearly choked.

She looked up, staring at Rhys in disbelief.

Was he serious?

On their first anniversary, he was at the hospital keeping Margot company for a checkup. On her twenty-third birthday, he had left her alone in a restaurant for three hours just to handle a traffic violation for Margot.

He hadn't forgotten? How did he have the nerve to say that out loud?

Perhaps in his mind, remembering the date counted as 'not forgetting,' even if he chose to be absent every single time.

Forgetting implies a lack of care. But remembering yet still choosing to be absent sends a very clear message:

*Clara, you just aren't that important.*

The people at the table, unaware of the history, bought it. The two younger girls cupped their faces in admiration.

"Wow, Rhys is such a good man!"

"There aren't many guys left who remember every anniversary. You're so lucky, Clara."

Clara forced the corners of her mouth up.

"Well." She set down her glass and bent her finger.

Rhys looked at her, his expression complicated.

Noah suddenly spoke up. "I'll go next."

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