Mag-log inChapter 36Inside the taxi, Camelia sat clutching her bag tightly. The streetlights shimmered beyond the window, flashing past without meaning. Her tears kept falling, no matter how many times she tried to wipe them away.“Stupid,” she murmured softly.The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Are you all right, Miss?”Camelia quickly shook her head. “I’m fine, Sir. Just drive.”She turned to the window, holding back her sobs. Calvin’s words kept echoing in her mind.I love you.Camelia closed her eyes, trying to push them away. “No,” she whispered to herself. “Don’t get too happy.”She let out a long breath. “He was drunk.”Her thoughts raced. Calvin had drunk a lot that night. It was possible he was not aware. It was possible he thought the person with him was Samantha.“That must be it,” she said softly, trying to convince herself. “Calvin has always loved Samantha.”The taxi stopped in front of her apartment. Camelia paid, then got out with weary steps. Once inside h
Chapter 35The taxi stopped in front of the apartment that Camelia knew all too well. The building lights were still on, just like six years ago. Only her feelings were different.“We’ve arrived,” Camelia said softly.Calvin did not respond. His head drooped, his heavy body leaning against her. The smell of alcohol was still strong, his breathing uneven.Camelia let out a long breath. “You’re so heavy.”She got out first, then with great effort helped Calvin out of the car. Their steps staggered. Several times, Camelia almost lost her balance.“Slowly,” she muttered, whether to Calvin or to herself.Inside the elevator, Camelia pressed the button for that apartment floor. The floor she once knew by heart, the place where she spent three years as a wife without status in her husband’s heart.The elevator doors opened. Camelia supported Calvin again as they headed toward the unit door. Her hands trembled as she unlocked it.As soon as the door closed, Camelia let out a relieved breath.
Chapter 34The atmosphere of the party began to change as the night grew late. The music was still playing, but some guests had started to say their goodbyes. In a corner of the ballroom, Calvin stood with his body slightly swaying, one hand bracing against the table.Samantha approached, her expression clearly irritated. “Calvin, you’re really out of line. You’ve drunk too much.”Calvin turned his head, his eyes half-closed. “I’m fine,” he replied indistinctly.“No,” Samantha argued. “You can barely even stand.”She glanced around. “I can’t leave yet. I still have to accompany my boss.”Calvin let out a short laugh. “So?”Samantha exhaled, then pulled out her phone. “I’m calling your assistant.”A few steps away, Camelia witnessed the scene unintentionally. She meant to turn away and return to Juna, but Calvin’s unsteady steps made her stop.“This is ridiculous,” Samantha muttered as she made the call. “Come here now. Mr. Calvin is drunk.”Camelia stared at Calvin’s back. There was a
Chapter 33The ballroom lights were still bright when Juna returned to stand beside Camelia. Soft music flowed, the guests’ conversations blending into one. Camelia tried to appear calm, even though her heart had yet to steady itself.Juna glanced sideways, then his gaze stopped at Camelia’s neck.“Are you hurt?” he asked quietly, his brow furrowing.Camelia reflexively touched her neck. “It’s nothing.”But Juna had already caught a glimpse of the faint redness. He stepped half a pace closer, lowering his voice. “That’s not an ordinary injury.”Camelia fell silent for a few seconds. She knew there was no point in denying it. Finally, she gave a small nod.“Him?” Juna asked briefly, his eyes flicking in one direction.Camelia followed his gaze. Calvin stood some distance away, holding a glass of wine, his expression cold. Camelia nodded again, more faintly.Juna let out a rough breath. “Bastard.”His hand lifted, carefully adjusting Camelia’s hair to cover the red mark. His movements w
Night slowly descended, bringing the glow of city lights reflected on the glass walls of the building where the party was being held. The hotel ballroom was filled with guests dressed neatly, accompanied by a faint scent of perfume. Soft music flowed through the air, not too loud, just enough to ease the atmosphere.Calvin arrived with Samantha. Both of them wore matching outfits—black with silver accents. From the outside, they looked harmonious. Samantha smiled widely, greeting people she knew, while Calvin walked beside her with a flat expression.“My boss will surely be pleased to see us arriving on time,” Samantha said while fixing her hair.“Hm,” Calvin replied briefly.Samantha did not mind his attitude. She was already used to it. As soon as they entered, she was immediately greeted by several colleagues.“Samantha! You finally came,” a woman exclaimed. “Your partner is handsome.”Samantha chuckled softly. “Thank you.”Calvin nodded politely, then unconsciously scanned the roo
Chapter 31Inside the taxi, Camelia sat leaning back against the seat, the window slightly open. The air brushed against her neck, making her reflexively pull the collar of her jacket higher. Her fingers touched the skin beneath her ear, right at the spot where Calvin’s kiss had been earlier.“Why is it so hard to fade,” she muttered in annoyance.She opened her phone camera, tilted her face, making sure the mark wasn’t too visible. Camelia rubbed it gently, then took a wet tissue from her bag and dabbed it softly.“Calm down,” she said to herself. “It will disappear later.”The taxi driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Do you want me to turn the AC up, Miss?”“No need, Sir. This is fine,” Camelia answered quickly.She closed her phone and looked out the window. Buildings passed by, but her mind remained stuck in one place.Hopefully that was the last meeting, she thought.But that hope felt fragile. Calvin hadn’t signed anything yet. Her status was still hanging, as if







