Chapter 6

Ophelia watched calmly, then tilted her head back and finished the last glass of alcohol.

The birthday party did not end until late.

Ophelia spent a long time hunched over the toilet, vomiting, before finally making her way out of the bathroom.

To her surprise, Rowan was still there.

“Lydia gave you a hard time today because you kidnapped her yesterday. If you’re upset about it, you can say it now. Don’t go behind her back and pull something again just to hurt her.”

He thought her silence today meant she was already planning another way to hurt Lydia…

Ophelia nodded. “Anything else?”

Rowan frowned and studied her for several seconds, as though he could not believe how calm she was.

“One more thing. There’s a wedding party for Lydia tomorrow. She wants you there too, so you’re coming.”

He had not asked whether her face still hurt, or whether her stomach was still hurting. The only thing he cared about was whether she was going to hurt Lydia.

The last trace of emotion in Ophelia’s heart finally disappeared.

However, he did not know that she would not be coming tomorrow. She was leaving.

“Okay.”

She watched Rowan leave from behind and murmured softly, “Goodbye.”

On her final day in the city, Ophelia stood on the street with her suitcase, watching the grand celebration Rowan had arranged for Lydia.

Just one night had been enough to transform the entire city. Flowers and balloons were everywhere. Wedding photos of Rowan and Lydia covered the bus stops, streetlights, cafes… Everywhere Lydia looked, festive banners and decorations proclaimed their wedding.

Along the way, even the cab driver could not help but marvel, “I wonder whose wedding this is. They really went all out. Look at those wedding photos playing on the skyscraper screens. And those drones up there! I hear there’s even going to be a fireworks show later.

"Young lady, are you sure you don’t want to stick around and take a look before you leave?”

Ophelia smiled and replied, “No, I’m in a hurry.”

At the airport, she opened the wedding video a friend had sent her on her phone.

The venue had been decorated like something out of a dream. It was obvious how much effort Rowan had put into it.

The wedding dress Lydia wore was a one-of-a-kind custom gown inspired by a white swan, the exact dress Ophelia had once wanted to order for her own wedding but had been unable to get.

She was just about to close the video when a message from the delivery driver suddenly popped up.

[Hi, your divorce certificate has arrived.]

Ophelia slowly typed out an address.

[Please deliver the divorce certificate to the address I sent you. Thank you.]

This was her wedding gift to Rowan. She was sure he would be happy when he saw it.

Her phone suddenly rang. It was Rowan who called. Ophelia did not answer. She simply let it ring until he hung up on his own.

A moment later, he sent her a message.

[You have three minutes. Come out of the hotel.]

Ophelia did not reply to his message. Instead, she blocked his number and boarded the plane.

She thought to herself, ‘Rowan, from this day onward, you walk your path, and I’ll walk mine. We’re even. We owe each other nothing.’