The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

She really laughed, laughed out loud, shaking her hand repeatedly, “I’m not angry, and I don’t blame anyone, you’re overthinking it.”

Maricela and Cedrick were stunned, they had prepared many things to say, but now couldn’t continue?

“Lucille.”

Cedrick collected his thoughts, “I know you’re being sarcastic, but last night Maricela really had a nightmare, she cried all night long…”

Lucille took a few tissues from the empty table beside her, stuffed them into Maricela’s hand, beaming, “I know, I heard it last night, Maricela was scared, it’s only right you went to comfort her, I’m not scared, it’s fine, Maricela, you wipe it for him, I’ll go first.”

The air froze again.

Maricela watched Lucille turn and leave, then looked at Cedrick, feeling like punching cotton.

No, what does she mean?

Hasn’t she finished the act she prepared?

Cedrick also found it hard to believe. Lately, Lucille had been unnaturally calm around him and Maricela.

“Isn’t she doing it on purpose?

There’s this psychological trick called playing hard to get. She’s pretending not to care so you’ll chase after her. Sever- al of my exes pulled this–once I actually broke up with them, they threw hysterical fits, even threatened suicide to win me back. Women shouldn’t overplay their hand sometimes.”

Bitterness

“Well, I agree with Harlan. Women often use tactics like this. It’s the same reason she suddenly got involved with Thomas’s son. Think about it–Thomas has such a massive empire. His son was born into immense wealth. What kind of girl hasn’t he seen?

Even celebrities are lining up for him, right?

Would he really be interested in Lucille?”

“You guys… Stop talking about Cedrick’s wife like that. It’ll upset him!”

Maricela chided them, though her tone softened. “But… Cedrick, David didn’t mean to belittle Lucille. He’s just… stating a fact. As a woman myself, I understand that mindset–trying to get your attention. I’ve… done similar things

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before…”

Cedrick’s voice finally cut through the morning drama. “I know Lucille well. She’s my responsibility, my burden to bear alone since our marriage began. I never meant to drag any of you into this. Yet here you are, feeling wronged be- cause of me.”

“What are you talking about?

We’re brothers. No need for formalities!”

“Exactly, Cedrick. We’re just worried you might be hurting….

Lucille walked out of the dining room, their voices fading.

The bitterness of that morning’s Americano lingered from her tongue to her stomach, leaving her whole body steeped

in bitterness.

In Cedrick’s eyes, the ones truly wronged were always Harlan, David, and Maricela…

Thankfully, it wasn’t too late.

Thankfully, she hadn’t wasted those five years.

She couldn’t imagine the despair and helplessness she’d feel now if she’d truly done nothing those five years.

She went upstairs, collected her luggage without hesitation, and headed straight to the airport.

Still hungry after breakfast, she grabbed a bite in the lounge before boarding.

This flight’s business class had single window seats on each side and two middle seats.

She’d chosen a window seat.

After settling in, she turned off her phone. While waiting for takeoff, she pulled out a Porilinese novel from her bag-

a daily ritual over the past five years, whether she read a few pages, dozens, or entire chapters.

Familiar voices suddenly flooded in.

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