The Moment I Froze His Black Card Was More Satisfying Than Our Wedding Night - Chapter 102: Chapter 102

My eyes stung as I listened, reminded of my bedridden grandmother. I hurried to help her up.
"I believe everything will get better."
I scanned the QR code and transferred her all the money left in my balance—20,000 euros. "It's not much, but I hope it helps."
The rain wasn't heavy, but it was enough to soak through clothes.
The woman had been kneeling for who knows how long, her clothes completely drenched.
I watched as she left with her child under the umbrella, my eyes welling up.
"Let's go back."
A familiar umbrella shielded me from the rain. I turned around and met Hunter's amused gaze.
"You always remember to bring me an umbrella, yet you're the fool standing in the rain."
Hunter took my hand and led me back toward the villa.
"Never thought my little girlfriend would have such a kind heart, can't stand seeing others suffer."
The rain grew heavier.
I clearly felt the umbrella tilting toward me.
Hunter's other shoulder was already half-soaked.
I suddenly remembered—when I first brought him an umbrella, he had let me stand in the rain.
It was his way of punishing me, as if punishing Willow for abandoning him.
But later, every time he held the umbrella, he would tilt it toward me.
I stared at Hunter in a daze.
Had he started to forgive Willow, or… had he started to like me?
I didn't dare ask.
Because chances were, it was the former. Willow had already returned to the country. Earlier, I had glimpsed a message from her on Hunter's phone.
"Hunter, I'm back."
"Some friends are hosting a return party for me. I sent you the address. I hope you can come tonight."
Hunter hadn't replied, but he had been staring at his phone in a daze for a long time.
Now that the real deal was back, I should be the one playing matchmaker, then disappearing perfectly.
"Baby, check your phone."
"You were being so generous just now. You must be out of pocket money. Your boyfriend's topping it up for you."
I picked up my phone and saw Hunter had transferred 500,000 euros.
He knew I loved money.
Over the past three years, whenever he transferred money to me, I would eagerly accept it and send a "Thanks, boss!" emoji.
But this time, I didn't take it.
While Hunter was in the shower, I refunded the transfer.
When he came out, I had already prepared his suit jacket, carefully ironing it.
"Lucy, what are you doing with my jacket?"
I looked up with a smile. "Aren't you going out tonight? I got it ready for you."
Hunter frowned. "Who said I was going out?"
I: "…?"
I couldn't exactly say I peeked at his phone.
The love of his life, his true love, had finally returned.
I thought he would definitely go to the party tonight.
But he didn't seem in a hurry at all. Instead, he took me grocery shopping.
Willow messaged me.
"Lucy, what are you doing? Clinging to Hunter?"
"I'm warning you, no matter what it takes, you need to get him to come to my party tonight."
"Or else, get ready to pay the penalty."
I panicked and started making a fuss about going home, refusing to stay in the store any longer.
I racked my brain for ways to make Hunter leave.
I almost dragged him to the hotel myself.
No matter how hard I tried to convince him, Hunter refused to go.
Seeing me on the verge of tears, he finally spoke, displeased.
"You really want me to go see another woman that badly?"
I was utterly confused.
Another woman?
That was his true love, his ex-girlfriend!
I tried to reason with him. "Did you forget? When Willow broke up with you to go abroad, you nearly jumped off a building for her."
"She's gorgeous and elegant. If another man snatches her away at the party tonight, you'll regret it forever!"
Hunter let out a laugh—one laced with anger.
"Alright, Lucy. You're something else."
With a cold expression, he put on his jacket, grabbed his car keys, and walked out.
Before leaving, he turned back and gave me a piercing look.
"Lucy, you're the one pushing me to another woman."
"Don't regret it."
Hunter disappeared through the door. I was left bewildered.
Another woman?
Hadn't I always been Willow's stand-in, just a shadow of her?
Hunter didn't come back all night.
At midnight, I saw Willow's post.
I clicked on it.
In the photo, Hunter sat beside her, cutting a cake with a blank expression.
Willow, wearing his jacket, gazed at him tenderly.
Her caption:
"Three years later, he still loves me."
I smiled, turned off my phone, and buried my head in the pillow.
But I didn't sleep a wink.
Hunter came back the next morning.
He reeked of alcohol and tried to hold me, kiss me.
I frowned and pushed him away.
"Why are you pushing me away?"
He looked aggrieved, his drunken state making him seem like a rebellious little puppy.
A sour feeling welled up inside me. Just moments ago, I had noticed the fresh red kiss mark on his neck—one I hadn't left.
Maybe at Willow's welcome-back party last night…
Their relationship must be fully restored now, right?
I forced a smile and got up. "You're drunk. I'll make you some hangover soup."
Hunter slept through the morning.