The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 674

**TITLE: My Wife 674**
**Chapter 674: The Price of Loss**

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Nestled comfortably in his massage chair, Jetson was in a state of bliss, the satisfying crunch of sunflower seeds echoing in his ears. As he lazily scrolled through his social media feed, a post caught his eye, and his heart nearly stopped. The image was of James, a man known for his perpetual sternness, now grinning widely, his face radiating joy.

“Has James been possessed?” Jetson thought incredulously. “Is that really the same James who rarely cracks a smile?”

The caption was filled with the kind of sappy sentimentality that made Jetson cringe. “My wife…” he read, rolling his eyes. “Ugh, this whole thing reeks of mushy romance. It’s enough to make me consider finding a girlfriend myself.”

Meanwhile, the night had unfolded differently for Simon and John. After a heated argument, they lay on the roadside, feeling like hollow shells of their former selves. Time slipped away, and it was well past midnight when they finally mustered the energy to return to their homes, each man lost in his own thoughts.

Once inside, Simon stepped into the shower, the water cascading over him, washing away the remnants of the day. But as he lay in bed afterward, sleep eluded him.

His mind replayed the soft, sweet voice of little Lizzy, her words echoing like a haunting lullaby. “You’re the best in the world. I’m going to be with you forever. I really like you. When I grow up, I’m going to be your bride!”

Those words, innocent and filled with childlike sincerity, tugged at his heart. Lizzy had been so young then, blissfully unaware of the complexities of love and marriage. Yet, her affection for him had been genuine, a bond that now felt shattered.

“Now she sees me as a stranger,” Simon thought, anguish swelling in his chest. “How did we drift so far apart? We should have been the closest of companions.”

He buried his face in his hands, the weight of his sorrow pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. The pain was unbearable, a sharp reminder of what he had lost.

Desperate for distraction, he reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he scrolled through his Moments, hoping for a reprieve.

And there it was again—James’ post.

In the image, James looked radiant, his eyes sparkling with joy. The cream smeared across his face only added to the warmth of the moment. He was leaning in, his lips brushing against Lily’s cheek, creating a picture of intimate harmony. Their gazes locked, filled with an undeniable affection that whispered of a shared future.

Simon read the caption repeatedly, his vision blurring as tears threatened to spill over. “When is your birthday? I learned how to bake a cake. When your birthday comes, I’ll personally bake you one!”

The memory of a birthday cake baked by her hands flooded his mind—a chance he had squandered due to his own blindness and foolishness. The realization hit him hard: he would never again hear her sweet voice calling his name, nor would he ever receive a lovingly baked birthday cake from her.

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