Chapter 2

I calmly linked my arm with his, "Let's go."

Rowan Beckett immediately let out a sarcastic laugh.

I was used to it and closed my ears.

As Mrs. Beckett, I had to be poised and graceful in public.

Soon, I could end these days.

Once ashore, I let go of his hand.

Rowan Beckett grabbed it back, interlocking our fingers, his tone mocking:

"The show must go on, don't quit halfway."

"The paparazzi are still shooting."

I slightly furrowed my brows and turned to look out the window.

Forget it, let him be.

The ride was silent, and we arrived at the family estate.

As soon as we entered, he pinned me against the wall.

In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of the interest in his eyes.

I was exhausted and softly said, "Rowan Beckett, I don't want this."

I tried to push him away after speaking.

Rowan Beckett held tighter, biting my collarbone as punishment.

He chuckled, "Mrs. Beckett, those old folks are still waiting for you to have a child."

My body stiffened.

His repeated "Mrs. Beckett" was a constant reminder of my identity.

I had willingly put on these shackles, without even the right to call a halt, only silently accepting.

But now, I could.

The only reason I compromised betrayed me.

I had no more worries.

For the first time, I bravely pushed Rowan Beckett away.

"Rowan Beckett, I can stop being Mrs. Beckett."

He paused for a moment, giving me a deep gaze.

"Lydia, are you serious?"

My heart sank.

"I'm willing to let you go, isn't that good?"

"I've clung to you for ten years, you're tired, I'm tired, let's just let each other go."

Before the words were finished, Rowan Beckett gripped my hand tightly.

His body pressed against me, trying to pin me to the wall.

After a while, he suppressed his anger, "Lydia, your playing hard to get is too obvious, I won't let you succeed!"

After speaking, he stormed off without looking back.

I was puzzled.

Staring at his departing figure, I fell into thought.

This was the result he wanted, and I gave it to him.

Why was he angry again?

"Bang!" A sound snapped me back.

No matter what, I had made up my mind.

But thinking of Nora Nash, my heart ached.

My phone vibrated again.

I fished it out of my pocket, my fingertips brushing the screen.

Finally, I opened the chat window with Nora Nash, who kept sending messages.

[Lydia, you know everything.]

[Since you do, can you give Rowan Beckett to me?]

[You've been with him for ten years, and he doesn't love you. Why not let me try?]

[Maybe he'll fall in love with me?]

[I know it's wrong to sabotage a friend's relationship, but I can't help it.]

[I was deeply attracted to him when you introduced us.]

[I tried to avoid him, but you kept bringing him around. I didn't mean to.]

[You forced me!]

......

The more I read, the more it hurt.

This was the person I once trusted the most.

I laughed at myself.

[Nora Nash, I misjudged you.]

[Since you want him, I'll let you have him!]

I quickly typed these two sentences and sent them to her.

From then on, our friendship was completely broken.

For a man, she betrayed me.

In the end, I misjudged her.

That night, I couldn't sleep.

When I woke up, my eyes were red and swollen.

It took a long time with an ice pack to ease the swelling.