Chapter 158 Finding You Among Millions
Alexander extended the ring, yet she refrained from accepting it.
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Victoria sought refuge within the confines of her apartment that night, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild drum.
Her mind was a whirlwind of memories, primarily of the moment he had attempted to force the ring onto her finger. He had been adamant that this time, things were different.
She found herself gazing at her delicate hand, a flood of childhood memories washing over her. She remembered her mother's gentle grip, the soft whispers of a future where a fortunate man would one day hold her precious daughter's hand in his own. Victoria moved to her bedroom, retrieving an emerald ring from her drawer. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slipped it onto her ring finger.
It was a legacy left by her mother.
Or perhaps, it was a talisman meant to protect her.
Her eyes fell upon her father's ring, and a sudden warmth enveloped her.
As she tenderly traced the ring her father once wore, tears welled up in her eyes, quickly spilling down her cheeks.
"Dad, Mom, are you happy in heaven? You both deserve to be happy," she whispered into the silence, her quiet prayer a plea for their contentment in the afterlife, mirroring the happiness they had known in life.
Her phone buzzed, a WhatsApp message from Jasmine lighting up the screen: [Up for a drink?]
Reading the message, Victoria quickly responded: [Sure.]
She stepped out into the night, hailing a cab at the entrance of her apartment complex, and directed the driver to the bar where she was to meet Jasmine.
It was a local bar, nestled within a safe neighborhood.
Jasmine's cousin worked there and had generously provided her with a membership card.
Upon their arrival, her cousin, a seasoned manager, ensured his relatives were well taken care of. He presented them with a fine bottle of wine, advising, "Enjoy yourselves. If anyone comes to hit on you, remember to ignore them."
"Got it. You go do your thing," Jasmine replied.
Victoria watched their interaction, a pang of envy stirring within her. As an only child, she often found herself yearning for the warmth of a large family...
Why was she suddenly contemplating children?
The memory of his teasing whisper sent a flush creeping up her cheeks.
"Vicky, lost in thought?" Jasmine prodded.
"Oh, nothing. What made you decide on drinks?"
"Actually, I wanted to apologize. I thought you were the other woman," Jasmine confessed.
"It's okay."
How could she fault others for their misconceptions? Outside the Harrington family, no one was privy to their marriage. Even those who were aware didn't acknowledge her as Mrs. Harrington.
"The day Mr. Harrington had me take his call, I was floored, you know? He announced in front of everyone that he's been married for over two years and talked about you guys having a little spat like it was all playful banter."
Jasmine couldn't resist revisiting that day.
"Really?"
Victoria found it hard to imagine Alexander divulging such details, yet the revelation stirred a maelstrom of bittersweet emotions within her.
"Sure, I swear every word is the truth, and right after you left today, Mr. Harrington took off after you. You should've seen Isabella in the office—cried her eyes out. But personally, I don't think she deserves any pity."
Jasmine's stance was clear.
Victoria pondered over Isabella, her head bowed as she absentmindedly caressed the ring on her finger.
Isabella had insisted that the baby was Alexander's.
Yet Alexander had claimed otherwise...
Why was it that every time she thought of him, he seemed to materialize?
There he was, clad in a dark blue shirt, his towering figure accentuated by tailored trousers. His simple attire somehow managed to outshine everything else in the bustling nightlife.
A phrase suddenly sprang to Victoria's mind.
Among millions, how fortunate it was to have met you.
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