My breath caught in my throat.
I wondered, "Jaxton's capabilities are not to be underestimated, but could he really have found out about my pregnancy so quickly? I myself just knew!"
Seizing the moment as he parked, I dashed towards the back door, taking a taxi to my residence.
When we divorced, I left with just a piece of paper, moving so swiftly that he had no time to react, resulting in no significant property division.
In a third-tier city like Olivano, my savings were only enough to buy a modest apartment in the suburbs.
I had initially planned to work hard to afford a bigger house, but now it seemed unnecessary.
Regardless of Jaxton's intentions, I knew I had to cut ties swiftly and leave.
I enlisted a real estate agent to sell the apartment at a low price, booked a flight and hotel for the evening, and began tidying up the room.
But it was more like a massive purge.
As I held the glass dome with dried roses, my heart skipped a beat.
I had promised myself to let go after three months of divorce, but when the time came to leave, I still hesitated.
This rose was given to me by Jaxton at a birthday ball hosted for him, where he was the center of attention.
The event was grand, with Jaxton dressed simply in white and black, exuding a nonchalant air as he unwrapped exquisitely packaged gifts.
Even in his simplicity, he remained the most striking figure in the room.
When the music stopped, the room fell silent.
The person whose gift Jaxton opened first would be his dance partner for the opening dance.
My gaze fell on the bottommost black gift box.
I had gifted him a deep blue wristwatch, barely meeting the standards of the other gifts but representing half a year's worth of odd jobs for me.
This was the stark contrast between us.
This unrequited love was destined to remain unfulfilled, a feeling I never harbored expectations for.
Liking him was my own business.
I reached for the champagne, downing several glasses in an attempt to drown my sorrows.
Suddenly, the room erupted in whispers.
Dazed, I turned back to see the deep blue wristwatch in Jaxton's hands, which was gleaming under the lights.
My eyelid twitched abruptly, my heart racing in tandem.
Jaxton rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping across the room.
Perhaps the alcohol had gotten to me, as I instinctively stood up when his eyes landed on me.
"It's my gift," I boldly declared, causing a sudden uproar in the room.