Chapter 3

My fingertips paused.

Fiona saw it, and instead of looking embarrassed, she smiled.

"Just because a woman is pregnant doesn't mean she can let herself go."

"If I meet a client, I at least need to look nice."

So she called Oren a client.

I put the dress in the suitcase and saw the perfume she asked me to pack.

It was a strong rose scent.

But Fiona usually didn't like perfume.

She said the smell was too strong and gave her headaches.

Once, I bought a bottle of woody fragrance and tentatively asked if she liked it.

She just frowned and said:

"Mason, don't copy others with this flashy nonsense."

I never used it again after that.

But now, she carefully placed that bottle of rose perfume in a shockproof bag.

Like she was taking it to a very important date.

Fiona reached out and grabbed a passport holder.

There was a photo tucked inside.

Fiona was looking up and smiling at Oren.

It was a smile I had never seen before.

Passionate, bright, and completely unreserved.

I suddenly thought of our wedding day.

Fiona walked toward me in her white veil, the look in her eyes so calm.

When we exchanged rings, she even zoned out.

I softly asked her what was wrong.

She said, "Nothing, just suddenly thought of someone from the past."

I thought she was just nervous.

Now I understand.

At the moment she married me, the person she thought of was Oren.

The next second, a men's watch fell out from the lining of the suitcase.

I completely froze.

That watch was a gift I gave Fiona in our first year of marriage.

She said at the time that the style was too masculine and didn't suit her.

I smiled and said:

"Then let's treat it as a token of our love."

"You don't have to wear it, just keeping it is fine."

When Fiona saw the watch, her expression finally changed.

But she quickly recovered and acted naturally.

"Oren has always liked this brand."

"I figured I'd bring it to him."

I slowly looked up at her.

"I gave that to you."

Fiona was taken aback.

Probably not expecting me to speak in this tone.

She frowned, her tone growing a bit impatient.

"Mason, it's just a watch."

"Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

"Oren is all alone abroad right now, with nothing around him."

"You have me, a home, and a baby. Why are you being so petty?"

So my grievances could be pushed aside.

My things could be given away.

My marriage could be used as her fallback plan after a brief fling.

I looked down at the watch and suddenly laughed.

"Yeah, it's just a watch."

Seeing that I didn't press further, Fiona's expression softened.

She reached out to take the watch back.

But I picked it up first and placed it in the outer compartment of the suitcase.

"Put it here, it's easier for you to grab."

She looked at me, seeming to feel something was off.

"Mason, why are you acting so weird today?"

I zipped up the suitcase, my voice very calm.

"No."

"Just thinking that you'll probably be really happy on this trip."

Fiona paused, then laughed.

"Of course I'll be happy."

She stroked her belly, a very gentle light appearing in her eyes.

I watched her smile.

The last bit of warmth in my heart completely froze over.

She still didn't know.

As she was getting ready to fly to Oren's side.

My lawyer was already on his way.

That night, Fiona did something rare and took the initiative to hug me before bed.