The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

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She startled, her hand jerked, and the phone clattered to the floor.

“Nothing.”

She immediately snatched up the phone and locked the screen. “An old professor moved abroad. Just reconnected af- ter visiting the college during this Capital City trip.”

To divert attention from the email, she hastily locked the screen and stood up, asking Cedrick, “What were you say- ing?”

“I said I need to talk. Come here.”

Cedrick finally dropped the email subject.

Lucille exhaled in relief. “Alright, let me fix my hair first.”

Back in the bathroom, her first move was switching to another email account. Then she grabbed a towel, combed through her damp, loose hair, and finally returned.

In that short time, Cedrick had poured another glass. The large bottle of red wine was nearly half gone.

“Lucie, I’ll pace myself. Won’t get drunk.”

He spoke as if explaining his lapse, adding, “Too many things lately. Just easing the fatigue.”

“Oh.”

Lucille responded flatly.

She’d once risked her life to save him. Even if she owed him from a past life, that debt was cleared. Respect and well- wishes–no more meddling in others‘ fates.

“Ordered you a steak. Eat it hot–they grill it well here.”

He gestured.

She shook her head. “Ate too much tonight. Really can’t.”

He gave a bitter smile. “Quite the pleasant evening you had.”

“Truly pleasant.”

She nodded.

He was pouring more wine. Hearing this, he shook his head with a sigh. “Quite the talent. Your husband’s projects keep failing, yet you stay cheerful?”

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She almost retorted–Was it me who ruined them?

Don’t you know exactly why they failed?

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But these arguments had cycled endlessly. Pointless. No matter how she argued, she couldn’t sway him. Better to quit wasting breath.

So she stayed silent, lifting her water glass to take small sips.

“Lucie.”

He’d drunk half his glass, brows slightly furrowed. “I know what you’re thinking. You’ll say it’s all Maricela ‘s fault.”

“No, no.”

Lucille quickly defended herself. “That’s unfair. I never thought that.”

“I know you did.”

He downed the rest in one gulp. “But don’t blame Maricela. She suffered alone abroad. Her boyfriend beat her so badly she landed in the hospital. Came back covered in bruises. Family ties are strained too. Who else can she rely on but us?”

He paused, watching for her reaction.

Lucille nodded again. “True.”

He looked stunned, clearly unprepared for her easy acceptance. “You’re not angry?”

After her shower, the room’s AC felt too cold. She cradled the cup; the warmth felt comforting. “Why should I be?”

Right. Why be angry?

Punish herself for Ced and Maricela ‘s mistakes?

She doesn’t even bring up divorce anymore. Just let it be. It’s too exhausting. Anyway, she’s leaving to study abroad. They can divorce when she leaves. At worst, a two–year separation would suffice.

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