The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

During the evening rehearsal, Lucille watched from the audience. Aydan played the male lead, Linda the female lead. Lucille clapped until her palms stung.

Rehearsal ended at ten.

Everyone packed for the dormitory.

Fresh from her shower, Lucille prepared for bed when Aydan invited her for Late–Night Snacks.

Lucille was baffled–where could they even go? Streets emptied after dark here, leaving only pubs off–limits to dancers.

Aydan and Linda both urged her to hurry to the lobby.

Curiosity piqued, Lucille asked Meredith to join them.

“I won’t go. They’ve already invited me, but I don’t eat at night. You young folks go ahead.”

Meredith said with a smile.

Lucille then took the elevator down to the lobby where Linda was waiting. Spotting her, Linda grabbed her hand. “Hurry! Everyone’s in Aydan’s room.”

Upon entering Aydan’s room, Lucille found it packed with people. Instant hot meals, fruits, and instant noodles cov- ered the table.

“Wow, having a secret feast?”

Lucille teased.

“Hey, Lucille,” Linda linked arms with her, grinning. “Meredith knows! We’re eating openly!”

Lucille laughed heartily.

Truthfully, she remembered similar moments from her childhood dance training- strict diets couldn’t sustain the physical demands. Though she’d handled logistics today, exhaustion had caught up, and hunger gnawed at her now.

In this foreign land, everyone gathered around steaming instant hot meals, breathing in the fragrant steam while wait- ing for them to cook. Pure contentment.

Then Lucille’s phone rang with a video call–Cedrick.

She recalled his message about returning to Seaston. He must’ve seen the divorce papers and was calling to respond.

Silently slipping into the bathroom, she answered.

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To her surprise, Maricela appeared on screen.

“Lucille,” Maricela called out, then began moving.

Lucille watched clearly as Maricela walked through her home–no, the house she’d shared with Cedrick for five years -from the living room to the kitchen.

Cedrick stood cooking there.

Hah. Here to flaunt their cohabitation?

“Cedrick!” Maricela sounded urgent. “Talk to Lucille!”

Cedrick glanced back at the screen–just once–before resuming cooking.

“Cedrick, explain to her!” Maricela pressed.

He ignored her.

Maricela turned to Lucille. “Lucille, I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I dragged Cedrick out with me–he only went be- cause I kept pestering him. Don’t blame him. Hate me instead, okay? I’ll make it up to you…”

What an apology. Pretending to take blame while actually boasting about her closeness to Cedrick? Since when could anyone just “pester” someone else’s husband?

But Lucille felt neither provoked nor hurt by this performance anymore. Dancing brought joy. The world outside brimmed with beauty. One man wasn’t worth fighting over.

“It’s fine,” Lucille said. “No apologies needed. Whatever you make him do next is none of my business. And Mr. Maynard behind you–unless you have comments about the divorce papers, don’t contact me again.”

“No no no!” Maricela cried. “Lucille, really–don’t be angry with Cedrick! It’s all my fault! He wanted to go with you, but I stopped him! Just hate me, please? Lucille—”

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