Chapter 558
Chapter 558:
Kyson stood surrounded by the crowd with a bouquet of dark crimson roses in his hands. A hazy distance veiled his expression, as though mist blurred the details. All his attention rested on Candice, and his voice rolled out low and smooth.
“Candice, you’ve lived in my heart for longer than I can measure. Whatever waits for us ahead will not change what we share. We will remain exactly who we are to each other p>
His words carried no sugary embellishment, yet the deep pull of his tone shaped a story on its own, and the sound alone stirred the hearts of everyone listening.
Both of Candice’s hands flew to her mouth while tears shimmered in her eyes. She stared at him with unguarded devotion. “Kyson, nothing I’ve received in more than twenty years compares to this birthday gift p>
Instead of replying, Kyson quietly set the roses into her arms.
Candice dipped her head and breathed in the scent of the flowers, then faced the murmuring crowd with a bright smile. “Thank you for all the kind wishes. We’re heading to dinner now p>
Side by side, they moved away together without noticing Kailey standing a short distance behind them.
Color drained from her face. The cheers praising the pair only made her complexion grow colder.
“Ms. Evans p>
Kailey’s eyes sliced toward Shawn with icy force. “Who ordered you to bring me here? Gregg or Lyman p>
S𝗵𝘢𝗿е 𝘺o𝘶𝗋 𝘵𝗁o𝗎𝗴𝗁𝘵𝘴 on
Tension sealed Shawn’s mouth as he lowered his head. Silence was the only answer he allowed himself.
Careful study of his face gave Kailey nothing. It didn’t matter, though. Neither Gregg nor Lyman was any good.
She ground her teeth and marched toward the parking lot.
She kept telling herself it was all a lie — that Kyson couldn’t possibly be serious about Candice — yet the image replayed without mercy like a broken record. Was Kyson forced into this? He must have been. And yet he had still confessed his feelings to Candice. He always had the freedom to refuse, but he hadn’t. A public confession like that carried consequences he fully understood.
By morning, every headline would scream about Kyson’s new romance. And the cruelest truth remained that his own wife had learned about it last.
A heavy wave of frustration washed over her. She was completely fed up.
She reached home and stepped into the shower, yet her thoughts stayed tangled and loud. Without warning, nausea twisted her stomach and drove her to the toilet, where she retched until time itself seemed to stall.
Every ounce of strength seeped out of her, as though the floor had pulled it away.
With slow effort, Kailey raised her head and fixed her eyes on the mirror.
Wet strands clung against her neck in a sticky mess, and her face carried no trace of warmth or color. Even her lips looked drained of life, leaving her reflection resembling a restless ghost steeped in bitterness.
How long had it been like this? A month? Maybe two.
A dry laugh escaped her throat. She dressed without feeling and walked downstairs like a machine. The guards stationed by the door straightened the instant they noticed her.