Ten years ago, she had followed Cedric to Cedar Ridge, dreaming of a brighter future as an apprentice under a master sculptor. In their darkest days, they had slept in a park, surviving on a single pack of instant noodles. She had taken up a job as a dishwasher, scraping together enough to support them. At the same time, Cedric poured all his energy into sculpting under his mentor’s guidance.
Her sacrifices hadn’t been in vain. In just two years, Cedric had mastered his craft, earning international acclaim with a prestigious sculpting award.
With his exceptional talent and striking charm, Cedric soon caught the eye of a media company. They polished his image, and his fame soared to dazzling heights. By their fifth year in Cedar Ridge, he had paid off their first home, a spacious flat, and had it registered under Dione’s name.
At the time, guilt had weighed heavily on him. Holding her close, Cedric had wept in her arms, his voice trembling.
"Dione, you worked tirelessly as a dishwasher just to support my dream. It broke my heart. I swear I’ll never let you down for as long as I live."
The sound of the door creaking open jolted Dione back to the present. Cedric had returned.
Dressed sharply in a black suit, he stood at the entrance, swapping his shoes while his eyes remained glued to his phone. The faint glow illuminated his chiseled features as his fingers moved swiftly across the screen.
"Cedric, let’s get a divorce," Dione said, her tone so detached it sounded as if she were merely asking him about dinner.
Cedric froze, his movements halting mid-step. Slowly, he slipped his phone into his pocket, his brows furrowing slightly. Without a word, he strode toward her with an air of composed deliberation.
As if nothing had transpired, Cedric wrapped his arms around her, his deep, velvety voice brushing against her ear.
"Are you upset with me, wife?"
He let out a low chuckle, his tone casual. "Last night, I was out drinking with Laurent Lancaster, the head of Lancaster Group. He’s planning to build an amusement park and handed me all the sculpture work. It’s a huge opportunity."
Liar.
He lied so effortlessly now, without so much as a flicker of guilt in his eyes.
Dione didn’t confront him. Instead, she furrowed her brow, her expression unreadable.