His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 163: Chapter 163
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Over those five years, I heard plenty about Blake.
Like how he'd regained control of the company.
And how he'd become the ultimate devoted husband.
No matter how many women threw themselves at him, Blake always said the same thing:
"Sorry, I have a wife and daughter."
Celeste basked in praise from other wives, becoming the envied Mrs. Harrison.
But none of that mattered to me anymore.
The day I returned, my friend organized a welcome back party.
No one told Blake.
But he showed up anyway.
The man wore a black suit, tall and lean, his perfect frame on full display.
Still devastatingly handsome.
"Aria, welcome back."
Maybe it was the dim lighting, but I thought I saw something broken in his eyes.
When I ignored him, Blake didn't get angry.
He sat across from me.
His intense gaze never left my face.
Friends asked how I'd been these past years.
I said: "Great."
"Liar."
Blake lifted his eyes, slightly drunk and continued.
"Aria, if you were really fine, you wouldn't ignore me.
You're still not over me, right?"
After five years, when did Blake become so conceited?
The room fell dead silent.
Everyone wanted to know what was really going on between Blake and me.
I sipped my drink, finally meeting his burning gaze.
"Where's this stray dog come from?
All that barking is annoying."
Blake's lips curved up. He didn't seem angry.
"Your temper's gotten worse."
He still didn't get it.
I just stopped suppressing myself, stopped bending over backward to please someone.
The Reed family heiress could have any man she wanted.
Why grovel?
That was my biggest lesson from these years.
The door suddenly slammed open.
A familiar mother and daughter stood silhouetted in the doorway, tears in their eyes.
"Daddy, it's nine o'clock. Why aren't you home yet?"
Like how he'd regained control of the company.
And how he'd become the ultimate devoted husband.
No matter how many women threw themselves at him, Blake always said the same thing:
"Sorry, I have a wife and daughter."
Celeste basked in praise from other wives, becoming the envied Mrs. Harrison.
But none of that mattered to me anymore.
The day I returned, my friend organized a welcome back party.
No one told Blake.
But he showed up anyway.
The man wore a black suit, tall and lean, his perfect frame on full display.
Still devastatingly handsome.
"Aria, welcome back."
Maybe it was the dim lighting, but I thought I saw something broken in his eyes.
When I ignored him, Blake didn't get angry.
He sat across from me.
His intense gaze never left my face.
Friends asked how I'd been these past years.
I said: "Great."
"Liar."
Blake lifted his eyes, slightly drunk and continued.
"Aria, if you were really fine, you wouldn't ignore me.
You're still not over me, right?"
After five years, when did Blake become so conceited?
The room fell dead silent.
Everyone wanted to know what was really going on between Blake and me.
I sipped my drink, finally meeting his burning gaze.
"Where's this stray dog come from?
All that barking is annoying."
Blake's lips curved up. He didn't seem angry.
"Your temper's gotten worse."
He still didn't get it.
I just stopped suppressing myself, stopped bending over backward to please someone.
The Reed family heiress could have any man she wanted.
Why grovel?
That was my biggest lesson from these years.
The door suddenly slammed open.
A familiar mother and daughter stood silhouetted in the doorway, tears in their eyes.
"Daddy, it's nine o'clock. Why aren't you home yet?"
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