Lingering Rain, Lingering Love novel Chapter 5

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The following day, Rebecca headed to Lodge Manor after lunch. She brought an emerald jewelry set that Stephan's mother, Melanie Brown, had given to her when she and Stephan had gotten married. It was supposed to be a family heirloom.

Unfortunately, Melanie and her husband, Jerome Lodge, had flown to Beryl Island for a vacation that very morning. Rebecca had gone there for nothing.

She asked the butler when they would return—it seemed they would be away for a month. And so, she left the jewelry in the butler's care before leaving.

After that, she went to a beauty center for a relaxing spa. Then, she headed home after purchasing several pairs of earrings that had caught her eye.

The lights in the living room were on, and Stephan sat on the couch with many gift boxes on the table before him. He put down his phone and looked at Rebecca when he heard her enter the house. "I heard from the butler that you returned the family heirloom."

She gave a noncommittal hum.

He sighed and pulled her down to sit beside him. "Are you still mad? Come on, stop being like this. Look at all the gifts I prepared for you—forgive me this once, okay?"

Even after she'd returned his family heirloom, he still thought she was just mad and not that she wanted to end things. He was so sure that she loved him and would never leave him.

That was why he'd boldly asked for an open marriage, and why he'd broken her heart time and time again with his affairs.

Rebecca didn't say anything. She merely glanced at the boxes on the table, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes when she saw the familiar logo on them. She said, "I only want things that are unique to me."

Stephan was taken aback. He didn't know how she knew that he'd given Giselle the same things. "Don't get me wrong, Becks. I only asked Giselle to help me pick these things out because I genuinely wanted to apologize to you. I saw that she liked them when I was paying, so I got another set for her. Don't let these small things get to you."

Small things. That was what he always said, and she was sick of hearing it.

She swept the gifts off the table and cried out, "You can prepare several sets of the same gifts, and your love can also be split into separate sets, right? You have no idea how much I regret—"

Her eyes turned red. She regretted believing his lies and regretted marrying him.