FreeNovelChapter 97
The more Elaine pleaded Whitney’s case, the more it implied a harsh truth: Ludwik had his heart on his sleeve yet was cast
aside by Whitney while Bryce, the man who never clicked with him, effortlessly stepped in.
Was she not acting exactly like a social butterfly, skirting just shy of scandal? Yet here she was, lying through her teeth!
Ludwik’s inner fury was stoked, the seeds of doubt tumbling into an abyss.
Staring through the window at the woman on the phone, lost in a daze.
She hastily returned to the booth. Perhaps it was feigned clumsiness, but suddenly she stumbled forward, her cry cut through the
air as Bryce played the hero, catching her delicate hand. She looked up, bashful in profile, while Bryce’s eyes held a deep,
melting gaze.
Ludwik watched, an icy chuckle escaping his lips.
His phone met the wall with a shattering force.
The man turned, his expression frosty, slamming the car door behind him. His Bentley roared away, leaving nothing but dust in
its wake.
“Bro, wait for me...” Elaine called out desperately, but a sly smile crept across her face as she turned.
“Whitney, you’ve dug your own grave splendidly.”
Back in the booth.
Whitney entered, still shaken by L’s call. A misstep twisted her ankle; pregnant and cautious, she reached for a chair to steady
herself.
Bryce was quick to lend a hand, and as she found her balance, she immediately put space between them, “Thank you, Mr. Lutz,”
she said, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
Outside the open door, waitstaff bustled about.
Whitney let out a sigh, settling down to finish the half–drawn design. Despite her unease, she powered through the rest of it.
She was eager to finalize the necklace design, so once Bryce reviewed the entire draft, they discussed the details and decided
on a precious emerald; the deal was set. She could start crafting it.
The rest was a matter of earrings, studs, diamond rings, a few bracelets, and brooches.
“My mother adores your style,” Bryce said. “I’m afraid I’ll need to impose on you a bit longer due to this personal matter. But
there’s no need to rush like today; my mother can wait.”
Yet Whitney was oblivious to his intentions. Their conversation had been strictly business, and Bryce had impressed her with a
gentlemanly demeanor. Her guard was lowered, especially when he considerately handed her a wrapped piece of velvet cake as
she left.
“Perhaps you’ll enjoy this?” he offered with a smile.
Surprised and delighted, Whitney recognized the cake from her favorite bakery–a detail L had not even known yet.
Of course, it was only because they had just started dating. She never intended to keep it a secret from him.
“Thank you, goodbye,” she said, parting ways.
Exiting the Lotus Clubhouse, the chill of December’s approach was biting, darkness falling early in the suburbs.
A yearning for L’s broad chest, towering presence, and inherent warmth bubbled within her.
Whitney’s lips curled into a smile as she drove toward United Realty Corporation, nestled in the heart of Banyan City’s bustling
center.
Upon arrival, she entered the imposing building, its grand lobby a beacon of light amid the late hours, its staff a flurry of elite
activity.
Yet at the front desk, a haughty secretary stopped her, “May I ask who you’re here to see?”
“...” Whitney stuttered, realizing she had yet to learn her husband’s name, and offered, “I’m here to see your president”
The secretary eyed her skeptically, accustomed to women seeking Mr. Lippert’s attention. “Sorry, our president isn’t in. Without
an appointment, you can’t see him.”
Not in? Impossible. L had asked her to come to United Realty Corporation, promising to show her his world.
Frustrated, Whitney dialed his number.
No answer.
Persistence won on the third attempt; a chilling voice crackled through the line.
Before she could speak, background revelry betrayed his location–a bar.
Her brow furrowed. “L, why did you hang up earlier? You said to come to the office, and now I’m here.”
Silence, then a mocking laugh.
Was he laughing at her?
A cold shiver ran down her spine. She softly pressed, “Where are you? Sorry, I got held up tonight. Did I make you wait? I’ll
come to you.”
His scornful laugh was a dagger to her ear. “Why don’t you spend the night at the Lotus Clubhouse?”
Whitney will be heartbroken. Here, let me help you...”
A sudden silence fell over Whitney, her mind going blank.
He was at a bar, with women, with Elaine.
”
A fiery surge of indignation rose within her, “L, are you playing around? You stood me up, made me come here for nothing,
you...“”
“Since when do you have the right to question me? Who do you think you are? Do you really think you’re my wife?” His voice
was a drunken, icy deluge, “A woman full of lies...”
The call ended before she could grasp his last words.
Whitney stood frozen, warmth from the heater unable to penetrate the cold that gripped her. She had been berated and belittled
for no reason, her heart pierced by his cutting words. They were dating, yet she had no right to question him. He could break
promises and hurl insults with impunity.
This mercurial man, how could he be so cruel?
Yesterday, everything seemed fine. The man who shared a spicy barbecue with her. The man who soothed her to sleep at night.
The man who, in the morning, said he wanted her to really get to know him. The man who, after a fight, promised they would
make their love work. It was all him, his words, his actions!
And now, he mocks her, saying, “Do you really think you’re my wife?”
Was this what he truly thought? Had he been playing her all along?
Whitney’s face drained of color as she crouched down, feeling deeply wounded yet utterly confused.
At that moment, the receptionist, seeing Whitney’s defeated look after her phone call, promptly summoned a pair of security
guards to escort her out
Whitney glared coldly at the secretary, lost in a haze and unwilling to speak. She walked out into the biting wind, stood for a
moment, and then drove back to the villa with a stony expression.
Inside, Natalie was resting in the single–story wing, and Taryn asked her if she had eaten dinner yet.
Whitney pressed her lips and turned away, nearly on the verge of tears in that instant.
Exhausted, she shook her head slowly and trudged upstairs. Opening the door to the master bedroom, she was greeted by its
chilling emptiness–a stark contrast to the previous night when he had held her as they slept.
“He must be crazy,” she thought. “Even someone with schizophrenia isn’t as split as he is.”
After a day of running around, she was simply too exhausted. The last thing she wanted was to call him and listen to his
scolding. Curling up under the covers, she quickly fell into a restless sleep.
In the private room, Ludwik stared at the phone he had just hung up.
In a sudden rage, he hurled his brand–new smartphone, bought just this afternoon, at the glass table. Expensive bottles of liquor
rolled onto the floor, smashing to pieces!.
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