Chapter 3
He answered and headed into his study, apparently not catching what she’d said.
Before the door closed, she heard Nancy’s voice faintly through the phone. Erica smiled bitterly to herself.
That evening, Morgan came out of his study and casually said, “I made dinner reservations. Wanna grab some food?”
After sitting all day, Erica was actually pretty hungry, so she agreed.
After dropping her off near the restaurant, Morgan went to find parking.
When he came back, he had a designer box in one hand and a bouquet of pink roses in the other.
He walked up to her and handed her the flowers. For a moment, Erica was completely stunned.
In four years of marriage, this was the first time he’d given her flowers. Her emotions were all over the place.
She wanted to ask why he was suddenly giving her roses, what was in the box, if they were celebrating their anniversary.
The words were right there when she spotted a familiar figure.
Nancy was standing outside Lumière, a trendy new French bistro, beaming as she walked toward them.
“Morgan, over here! What took you so long? You must be his wife. Hi there! I’m Nancy Willis, an old friend of Morgan’s.”
She greeted them like it was the most natural thing in the world, even extending her hand.
Erica’s expression froze for a few seconds before she recovered. She reached out to shake Nancy’s hand.
“Hi, I’m Erica.”
After the introductions, Morgan handed over the gift box with a casual expression.
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“It’s Lumière’s opening night. Couldn’t show up empty–handed. Brought you a little something and some flowers–that’s why I’m running late.”
Hearing his words, Erica looked down at the gorgeous pink roses in her hands.
So the gift and flowers were both for Nancy?
Erica’s chest felt like it was caving in as bitterness flooded through her.
With shaking hands, she passed the flowers over, trying to act like everything was fine.
Nancy took the gift and opened the box. When she saw the Hermès bag inside, her face lit up.
“Oh my God, how did you know I’ve been trying to get my hands on this bag? There are only ten of these worldwide! You really shouldn’t have spent this much. And these flowers are absolutely beautiful. I can’t believe after all these years, you still remember I only like the pink roses from that little shop on the Upper East Side.”
Morgan shrugged it off, saying he’d just grabbed the bag randomly and the flowers were convenient.
But Erica knew better. There were no coincidences like that in real life..
Everything had been carefully planned by him.
And his suggestion to take her out to dinner? Just an excuse to see Nancy.
From start to finish, Erica had been nothing more than a cover story.
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