Chapter 3 

I pushed open the door to the private dining room, and all eyes turned toward us. Someone let out a derisive snort. 

“Who’s that with the boss? Looks like a real mess.” 

Once everyone took a closer look, they realized something was off. A female colleague nudged the man who had spoken. 

“Hey, isn’t that woman behind him the boss’s wife?” 

The man immediately looked anxious. 

A young woman seated at the head of the table stood up with a confident smile, eager to smooth things over for the man who’d spoken without thinking. 

“Matilda is a generous person; she definitely won’t hold it against you.” 

She gave me a once-over, as though I were a piece of merchandise. 

The next moment, she couldn’t hold back a laugh. 

“Sis, I had no idea that dress would be such a bad fit on you. I should’ve picked a bigger size.” 

“You aren’t going to hold that against me, are you?” 

Grady patted her on the shoulder. 

“She’s just swollen from an allergy; it’s not your fault.” 

Taking a closer look, I noticed Catherine was wearing the same dress as I was. However, mine was in a drab, outdated shade, while hers was bright and lively, making her look young and vibrant. 

Catherine was clearly trying to make a point: she was young and beautiful, while I, despite the years spent by Grady’s side, had lost 

the glow of youth. 

Everyone began to take their seats, and Grady carefully rinsed a set of cutlery for her with hot water, acting as if I wasn’t even there. 

As the banquet began, a group of people came in, pushing a three-tier spiced honey cake, singing the birthday song as they entered. 

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you…” 

The birthday crown was placed on Catherine’s head, her face lit up with happiness. 

They all showered Catherine with birthday wishes, completely unaware that today was my birthday too. Even my husband, Grady, had completely forgotten. 

The cake was cut into slices, and each person was served a delicately crafted piece specially ordered by Grady for Catherine. 

Except me. 

Catherine noticed my empty spot and tried to hand me her piece, but Grady stopped her. 

“She doesn’t like cake, no need to give her one.” 

I had indeed told him before that I wasn’t fond of honey cake. 

After all these years, I’d told him countless white lies; but this was the only one he seemed to remember.