That day was also the first day I left Alexander.
I stood there, staring at him, as he softly said, “Make me a cake one more time.”
I wanted to refuse, but seeing him, I fell silent and walked toward the kitchen.
I had never known how to make a cake before, but the first time I heard about his birthday, I thought we were just an ordinary couple. I even took up baking just to make him happy, just like how I learned the piano for him.
That day, the cake was truly awful, but Alexander sat at the table and ate every bite.
He looked up at me, his eyes slightly red, and whispered, “Thank you.”
That was the first time he showed such vulnerability in front of me.
In that instant, it felt as though he went from being unreachable, high in the clouds, to standing right before me, exposed.
I might refuse many of his requests, but this–making the cake–was the one thing I could not
say no to.
The materials at the apartment were limited, so I only made a small cake.
On the cake, I drew a crooked little cartoon character. It was terrible.
Alexander stared at it for a while, then picked up the fork, took a bite, just as awful as before.
He ate quietly, and I watched him in silence.
After a few bites, he set the fork down and said, “My mother died giving birth to me. My birthday is the anniversary of her death.”
So, his father hated him and ordered all the servants to wear mourning clothes on that day. From when he was little, on every birthday, no one was allowed to smile.
Even the woman he once saw as his salvation, Vivienne Ashford, never wished him a happy birthday on that day.
Over time, he simply forgot.
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Until six years ago, when he opened the door to the woman he had impulsively taken in.
He saw candles, orange candles all around the room, and the woinan sitting in the middle of them, softly singing happy birthday to him and telling him, “Happy Birthday,”
That was the first time anyone had wished him a happy birthday.
He had never felt that way before, and even the half–baked cake seemed to taste better.
After Evelyn left, he hadn’t celebrated his birthday again. The cakes he bought were always bitter.
Alexander pressed his lips tightly together and looked at me seriously. “Thank you.”
My heart tightened, and I took out a bank card from my bag. “There are seven million in this card.
It’s all I have.”
He looked up at me. “Do you think I need this?”
I paused for a moment, then said, “It’s to pay off Lucas’s debt.”
Alexander’s gaze suddenly darkened. I continued, “I know that the two million debt note is in your hands. I don’t want to see him working so hard every day. I want to make his life a little easier, so I want to help him bear some of it.”
“Bear some of it?” Alexander looked at the card, and it seemed to make the cake before him even
more repulsive.
“You mean you’re using the money I once gave you to pay off Lucas’s debt?”
I stiffened.
Alexander wiped his hands, stood up, and the slanted light from the lamps cast a shadow on his side, his dark silhouette looming over me.
I took a deep breath. “Sorry, but I don’t have another option.”
Alexander looked at me coldly, his eyes icy. “There’s one more way. Stay by my side.”
I replied, “I’ve already said, I don’t want to live like that anymore. I just want an equal relationship.”
“What if I give you equality?”
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He interrupted me, and I froze. I looked up at him.
In the darkness, his face was cold, but there was a stunning arrogance and beauty in his features.
“Marry me.”
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