Chapter 2

Alan chatted until midnight before lying down and pulling me into his arms, but he didn't notice how cold I was.

His snoring started a few seconds later and I could feel his breath on my forehead.

I turned over and kept some distance from him, looking at my phone which lit up from time to time.

My family, friends, colleagues, and even the bank sent me their wishes.

But he didn't wish me happy birthday.

I didn't sleep all night, and Alan stared at the dark circles under my eyes while we had breakfast.

"You didn't sleep well?"

I didn't answer and looked at his carefully taken care of hair and clothes.

He was like a brave knight.

I made myself look ridiculous by saying, "Today is my birthday."

He paused for a second.

"I have given you the money. You can buy whatever you want."

I suddenly lost my appetite for the food.

I looked at him with amusement, which made him feel guilty and impatient.

But he still tried to be patient and said, "Stop it, Freya.

Fiona is different. She only has me."

His tone was full of concern.

On Fiona's twelve-year-old birthday, there was a fire in her house.

Her parents had tried their best to protect her and she became an orphan.

Five years ago, I knew how much Alan cared about Fiona.

However, I loved Alan so much at that time.

If I had known this, I would have let Fiona have Alan at the wedding.