Chapter 3

The bitterness welled up inside, not because it was forgotten, but because it simply didn't matter anymore.

His phone suddenly started vibrating non-stop. I thought something had happened at the company, so I tried a few passwords, but none worked.

Until I entered a date, and it unlocked instantly.

That was the day Melody first joined the team, and also the day Caelan first laid eyes on her.

"Caelan, I received the gift you had someone deliver for our 8th anniversary of meeting. The necklace is beautiful, I love it."

I opened Melody's social media page. The pinned post was a selfie, with her wearing a sapphire necklace the size of a baby's fist around her neck.

The caption read:

"What if I feel guilty?"

Mutual friends commented:

"Holy crap, isn't that the Heart of the Ocean? There's only one in the world, worth over $300 million! Sis, you should feel guilty because I want one too!!"

"Which fan sent this? They must have spent their life savings trying to win your heart."

Thinking of my only piece of jewelry, the diamond ring from our wedding, felt somewhat ironic.

Melody sent another message:

"Caelan, I heard you drank too much tonight. I didn't mean to not show up. Can I make it up to you next time? If you want me, you can come find me anytime. Don't mistreat yourself like this, and don't hole up alone in the basement watching those videos. It breaks my heart."

I was taken aback for a moment. Basement?

In the mansion where we lived, there was indeed a very large basement.

Caelan never let me go down there. He said it was full of junk, dusty, bad for breathing, and might even have mice.

I'm terrified of mice, so I gave up on the idea of going to check it out.

While he was sound asleep, I found the key in his pocket and went to the basement.

When I opened the door, I was stunned.

Directly in front was a wall-sized LCD screen, playing videos of Melody's every match on a loop.

Caelan had turned this place into a private cinema, a theater that only played a movie called 'Melody'.

Even when he wasn't there, the videos kept playing.

Just so that whenever he came in, he could see Melody's face.

Suddenly I laughed, and as I laughed, tears started to fall.

Caelan, you really did right by me.

My hand gently caressed my belly. Caelan didn't know that the real gift I wanted to give him wasn't that mug.

I'm already over a month pregnant.

"Sweetheart, how about we forget about daddy, okay?"

I called my friend, a wealthy heiress who runs a youth figure skating club abroad:

"I need a favor, and by the way, do you need any technical advisors over there?"

"Sure, see you in three days."

The next day, Caelan took the initiative to cook, preparing a lavish breakfast. He even personally tested the temperature of the soy milk, only handing it to me once it wasn't too hot.

A week ago, we accepted an invitation from the city's youth figure skating pairs to share our past competition experiences and insights with the newcomers.

Before my foot gave out, I was a renowned prodigy in the figure skating world, winning every competition I entered.

Everyone said I would definitely make it to the World Championships and become a world champion.

And before Caelan returned home to take over the family business, he was one of the top performers in the men's national team.

When we arrived, we found that Melody was there too.

She wore a mink coat and sneezed.

Caelan immediately let go of my hand and hurried over to her, concerned:

"Melody, what are you doing here? You're not dressed warmly enough, what if you catch a cold? Where's Orion? How can he not be by your side taking care of you when you're pregnant?"

His rapid-fire questions were filled with worry.

Melody wrinkled her nose playfully and pouted:

"Don't even mention it. I just casually said I wanted some English cherries, and this guy actually flew to the England overnight. He said he was going to buy a plot of land just to grow cherries for me. Talk about throwing money away!"

Caelan's eyes darkened, his tone becoming obscure: