Chapter 3
When Blaze came home, he noticed the empty space where our photo had hung as he was about to hang his coat. He froze.
“Where’s our photo that was hanging here?”
He rushed to the bedroom without even putting down his coat.
“It fell and broke,” I replied.
Noticing the broken glass in the trash, his expression relaxed. He set down his coat and pulled out a Louis Vuitton shopping bag.
“I didn’t have time to get you the gift I promised yesterday. Since it’s our third wedding anniversary
today, here’s a bag for you. Happy anniversary.”
He placed it on the bed, and I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Three years of marriage,
and he actually remembered our anniversary? But then I saw the receipt from thirty minutes ago. Of
course – Alyssa’s anniversary post must have reminded him, and he bought it on his way home.
What he didn’t know was that I already had two of the same style in my closet.
I just stared at him silently.
“By the way, it’s almost year–end. Would you consider withdrawing from the racing team’s
excellence awards? Alyssa’s been racing for three years, and her biggest dream is to win Outstanding Team Support Award like you. You’ve won it several times already – could you let her have it this year?”
He seemed hesitant as he spoke. I laughed bitterly inside – so this gift came with strings attached.
“Sure,” I replied calmly.
Not just this year, but next year and all the years after – I wouldn’t be competing with her After tonight, I’d be gone.
“You… you agree?”
My quick response surprised him. He glanced at me several times before continuing.
anymore.
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“Well, Alyssa is my assistant, and you’re my wife. It’s the right thing to do.”
“Oh, and tomorrow I’m not racing. Let’s go to the registry in the morning and finally get our
marriage registered.”
I remained silent.
He seemed to suddenly remember my packing from earlier. “Oh right, aren’t you returning to racing
tomorrow? What time is your race?”
“Three PM.”
I looked at him, ready to tell him about my race start during this final moment together, but his phone rang.
It was Alyssa. Her sweet voice came through the speaker – she had her period and needed pads, calling Blaze for help.
After hanging up, he looked at me guiltily. “Um… Alyssa has an emergency. She’s just a young girl and doesn’t know how to handle it. I should probably go help.”
For once, his tone was almost asking for permission.
I swallowed my words and forced a smile. “It’s fine. Go ahead.”
He looked relieved.
Standing up, he added, “Since your race’s at three, we have time. Tomorrow at 10 AM, let’s get our marriage registered. Don’t worry, this time I’ll be there no matter what.”
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