The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Lucille didn’t reply either, setting her phone aside.

She hadn’t blocked Cedrick’s number–too many matters still required contact. Property settlements. Case withdrawal. And… divorce.

But she refused to see any more Instagram posts about him or his entire circle. Their lives had nothing to do with her anymore.

Outside the window, the sky gradually turned gray. Evening approached again. Lucille thought this day would pass like any other, until unexpected visitors arrived at her hospital

room.

Aydan.

Lucille stared in surprise. “How did you know I was here?”

Aydan simply smiled.

Understanding dawned immediately–Ms Gomez must’ve told him.

“Here representing the entire tour company,” Aydan grinned, placing a fruit basket beside her. “Under strict orders.

Lucille chuckled. She barely knew half the troupe members, but those she’d met had shown her genuine kindness.

“How’d you manage to crack your skull?” Aydan nodded at her bandaged head.

“Ugh, slippery bathroom tiles. One careless moment.” She waved dismissively. No need to air dirty laundry.

He’d brought early summer fresh berries, plump and glistening ruby–red. Her favorite.

They chatted while snacking, discussing the upcoming Magraica tour. From repertoire selections to travel logistics, Lucille’s eyes lit up with every detail.

This was her soul’s deepest yearning.

Though she’d never dance again, rejoining this community would still set her spirit soaring.

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This was where she belonged.

When Cedrick reached the doorway, the half–open door framed Lucille first–her radiant expression unmistakable. Then he saw who ignited that glow: Aydan.

He stood frozen at the threshold. Unnoticed, Lucille kept chatting animatedly with Aydan. laughing merrily.

Cedrick pushed the door open, his expression icy as he approached the bedside.

Lucille’s brow furrowed slightly. Why was he here?

Ah. She’d ignored his calls, so he’d probably contacted Mylee.

He placed a branded paper bag from an exorbitantly priced steakhouse on the nightstand without a word.

His presence instantly darkened the room, the air thickening with tension. Aydan fell silent, an awkward stillness descending.

Lucille’s gaze never strayed toward Cedrick. She smiled at Aydan, shattering the discomfort. “Anyway, Aydan–back to what you were saying. How’d you finally fix that instep issue?”

“Oh!” Aydan launched back into his dance journey.

Every struggle he described, every hurdle overcome, resonated deeply with Lucille.

“Oh god! I did that exact same thing!”

“Right? The pain was unreal!”

“Ugh yes! I even cried secretly back then–our teacher terrified me! But honestly? So grateful now. That strictness forged us.”

“Yeah, the hardest thing to control is my cravings.”

Every point Aydan made, Lucille echoed in agreement.

Both trained in dance since childhood, they’d endured the same hardships and pains, shared similar joys and triumphs, and basked in comparable glories and applause–they were tuned to the same frequency.

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