Under that blue heart lock, our silver lock no longer had a place.
I immediately booked a flight home and got on the plane that very night.
Three days later—at my birthday party, Ross and Zamora would receive a “gift” they’d never forget.
Over the past three days, Ross had been traveling around the world with Zamora. In every city they landed, she made sure to take photos, check in, and post updates online.
Their couple photos quickly earned them the media label of a “power couple,” and in just a few days, Zamora’s Instagram followers shot up by hundreds of thousands. She became the envy of every socialite.
Meanwhile, she had already announced that her birthday party, which was three days away, would be live-streamed so fans could “share in her happiness.”
The comment section exploded.
[Zamora is so sweet to her fans!]
[Show us the party decors!]
[The life of a real heiress—it’s a dream Cinderella could never reach.]
I stared at the post for a long moment before silently shutting off my phone. Three days from now, it would be my birthday.
The party hall glittered with lights, and guests had begun to arrive. Zamora wore a pale gold gown, smiling like a blooming flower.
Ross arrived a little early with a few business associates and was seated in the reception area. He looked slightly irritated; he hadn’t heard from me in several days.
In the past, whenever he went on a business trip, I would send him countless messages. Even if he didn’t have time to respond, I always kept checking in on him. But these past few days, his phone had been eerily quiet.
Today wasn’t just Zamora’s birthday. It was also the anniversary of the day I was left in an orphanage. Ross couldn’t help but worry. He found an excuse to step aside and call me.
But no one answered.
He then tried calling the household staff. A polite voice responded.
“Ma’am Issy hasn’t returned home in several days, sir.”
Ross’s expression darkened, his voice cold and measured.
“She’s an orphan. Where could she possibly run off to? And now, she’s using a little disappearing act to annoy me. Ridiculous! I bet she’ll be back begging me soon enough.”
A friend approached with a teasing smile.
“Your little… side thing is still in touch, huh?”
Ross glanced at Zamora without missing a beat.
“No. Ended long ago.”
“Good. Miss Zamora is the one who’s truly right for you,” his friend said softly.