[Allen, I pretended to have an allergic reaction—and Adriana panicked. She called the top dermatologists from all over the country to rush in and treat me.]
[Even if they weren’t local, she insisted on flying them in by helicopter. Aren’t you jealous?]
I didn’t reply.
I watched our marriage certificate curl and blacken in the flames—reduced to ashes.
I wasn’t worried Adriana would see. Because I knew—she wasn’t coming home tonight.
Sure enough, her call came later that evening.
“Allen, Khalil’s allergic reaction got worse. He’s really uncomfortable. Melissa is overseas on bed rest, so as her aunt, I have to help take care of him. Don’t be upset.”
I remembered the picture Khalil had sent earlier.
He was lounging comfortably, eating fruit that Adriana had cut herself—his skin was glowing, without a trace of discomfort.
“I understand,” I said calmly. “The patient comes first. Take good care of him.”
She paused, then softened her voice.
“Allen, I didn’t mean to be harsh with you today. I know you’re grieving the baby.”
“But Khalil is the father of the Lawson family’s future heir. You and I... we can’t carry on the family line anymore. If anything happens to him, and Melissa gets upset, I’m afraid my parents wouldn’t be able to bear it.”
I almost laughed.
Why bother making so many excuses?
“Just stay home, okay? Tomorrow is your birthday. I booked the best hotel and prepared a big surprise. I’ll come pick you up first thing in the morning.”
But morning came and went.
And still—she didn’t return.
I placed the signed divorce papers neatly on the table.
Then I scheduled a voice recording to send to her automatically.
Recipient: Adriana.
After tying up all the loose ends, I picked up my suitcase—and headed for the airport.
Just as I arrived at the airport, Adriana called again.
“Sorry, Allen. A few partners suddenly showed up at the company to discuss the next season’s fashion collaborations—I really can’t get away.”
“I’ve asked my assistant to pick you up and take you to the hotel. Remember how you always wanted me to design a suit for you? I finally did. I’m sure you’ll look amazing in it.”
“Mm. Okay.”
I hung up.
My eyes drifted to two nearby girls who were huddled over the phone, looking at pictures and chatting excitedly.
“Wow! I can’t believe Miss Lawson is not only good-looking but also such a talented menswear designer. I’d go be a man just to wear those clothes!”