Chapter 49 The Wedding Night (Part Two)

She took it out and instantly clicked the play button upon seeing a video message.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you..."

Over the birthday song was a video of a man and a woman riding on a bike around the campus. It then shifted to a clip of them performing onstage, then them sitting on the grass as they watched the fireworks, and finally, cutting a cake and making wishes together.

Fiona smiled, and tears started to flow down.

"Happy birthday, Fiona." The video cut to Ryan. He held a cake on his hands and wore a somber smile. "No matter what happens from here on out, I will always be grateful that you became a part of my life. You are the nicest person I know, and I wish you a very happy birthday."

She stood at the top of the stairs and slowly slid down the wall, weeping bitterly. Finally able to let go of all the resentment and exhaustion she had been holding on to the past few days, she trembled at the corner, all alone.

Spencer, meanwhile, was still asleep in the bed, breathing softly. However, years of vigilance kept him aware of the open door behind him.

He strained to open his eyes after hearing it open, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn’t. His felt a lump in his throat. "Fiona. Give me a glass of water."

He heard a small clatter, and

as he turned over, he was greeted by a cup of water. A strong smell of perfume invaded his senses.

He opened his mouth and drank from it eagerly.

After getting in a few gulps, Spencer chuckled. "You’re quite obedient today. I'll give you a reward." He wince and got himself off to the other side of the bed, finally mustering enough strength to open hi

ould reply, she moved towards him in a flash.

Standing on her toes, she went closer to him and kissed his cold lips.

Fiona rubbed her swelled eyes with one hand as the other quietly turned the bedroom knob.

There she saw Spencer and Celine, lips locked. Her heart dropped and she froze there horrified like she’d just seen a monster.

Although the corridor lights were dim, Fiona was certain of the scene she just walked in on.

Everything about Spencer’s sudden change in behavior instantly made sense. Ever since Celine arrived, the look in his eyes had been different. How could they have such a relationship? No wonder she seemed so hostile.

That was when it hit Fiona.

Remaining rooted to the spot, she finally realized it was her name that Spencer whispered to her the other night. He lost himself in the familiar scent of her perfume.

Her lips were so soft and gentle. Then Fiona’s face flashed through his mind. Taken aback, he opened his eyes and saw a person at the door.

He pushed Celine away. Spencer looked on with a complicated expression and started to call out, "Fiona..."