At Julian's 28th birthday party, someone "gifted" him a woman right in front of me. Instead of my usual gentle smile, I smashed a champagne glass, wrecked the party, and walked out. I packed my bags and left alone. Everyone said the helpless Mrs. Thorne wouldn't last three days before crawling back. Julian didn't care either: "She's an orphan. Where else can she go without the Thorne family?" But countless "three days" passed. People even started to speculate I had died somewhere. Finally, Julian called for the first time. Only to find the number disconnected. Later, at a famous artist's exhibition, a portrait of a woman's profile captivated Julian. He offered an astronomical price to buy it. The artist, Leo, smiled apologetically: "This is the portrait of my wife I am most satisfied with. I cannot part with it." Chapter 1 It was Julian's 28th birthday party. I wore my most exquisite gown, entering on his arm. The moment we stepped off the stairs, Julian let go of my hand and left me there. Everyone's eyes followed him. I was forgotten in the corner. People lined up to give him gifts. He gestured indifferently for the butler to take them away. Until someone presented a beautiful woman. All eyes turned back to me. Sympathy, schadenfreude, mockery. I'd seen too many of these malicious looks over the years. Julian's expressionless face faltered for a second. That beauty looked too much like his dead first love. "Giving me a woman in front of Mrs. Thorne? You guys have some nerve," Julian laughed playfully. The gift-giver fawned, "Mrs. Thorne is generous; surely she won't mind." It wasn't that I wouldn't mind; they just counted on me not daring to mind. An orphan raised by the Thorne family. How could I dare say "no" to the new head of the Thorne family? Julian twisted his wedding ring, amusement in his eyes. "Since Mrs. Thorne agrees, take her..." Before he could finish, I walked up to him. Looking at the woman's face. The gift-giver was thoughtful indeed, catering exactly to Julian's taste. Suddenly, I felt tired. I couldn't listen to Grandma's advice anymore about maintaining the dignity of Mrs. Thorne. I gently pushed the champagne tower behind me. The crystal pyramid crashed down with a touch. Glass shards and liquid flew everywhere. The banquet hall turned into chaos. Someone gasped: "Mrs. Thorne has gone mad!" Chapter 2 I ruined Julian's birthday party. But he didn't seem to care much. The butler arranged for the guests to leave, and servants cleaned up the mess. The beauty stayed, standing quietly beside Julian. Even her personality seemed to mirror his first love. In contrast, I really did look like the crazy one. Julian played with the beauty's fingers, looking at me casually. "Why so angry? "If you don't want to see her, I'll put her up somewhere else. "Don't worry. I swore to Grandma I would never threaten your position as Mrs. Thorne." The woman beside him also tried to persuade me. "Mrs. Thorne, why be angry? A man like Mr. Thorne won't have just one woman. "I only admire Mr. Thorne; I won't affect your status." I took off my ring. Placed it on the table in front of Julian. He raised an eyebrow. "Returning the ring to you." Julian picked up the ring and tossed it into the air. The diamond sparkled before falling back into his hand. He tossed it backward to the woman: "It's yours. Mrs. Thorne doesn't want a ring worth millions anymore." Julian stood up with a sneer, instructing the butler. "Find some etiquette teachers for her. I don't want to see such rudeness again." He walked a few steps, then turned back. He threw his own ring on the floor. It rolled and stopped at my feet. "Since you don't want rings, let's throw them all away." Chapter 3 Julian left with the woman. The roar of his car engine was distinct in the night. The butler sighed beside me: "Madam, why provoke him? You know he resents you." I picked up the ring at my feet and threw it in the trash. "Uncle Chen, go do your work. Don't worry about me." The butler sighed and left. I went upstairs alone, taking off the elaborate gown. Changed into a white T-shirt, found a suitcase, and packed all my clothes, which were distinctly separated from his in the closet. Other couples consider divorce agreements when they fight. But the only tie between Julian and me was a pair of rings. No one would guess that the bride and groom of the "wedding of the century" didn't even have a marriage certificate. I still remember what Julian said at the wedding. "Only Wendy's name can be on my family registry. Ava, you shouldn't have married me." But what could I do? I married him anyway, the man I had loved for seven years since I was a teenager. Thinking one day I could move him. But in the end, I became the Mrs. Thorne in name only. When I dragged my luggage out, the villa was silent. Just like the rainy night Grandma brought me home. Thirteen-year-old Julian stood on the stairs, looking at me coldly. But then he went to the kitchen. And brought me a glass of warm milk. Chapter 4 I booked a flight. Six hours of flying, three hours of driving, back to a remote town in the South. They say people want to return to their roots when they get old. But actually, a homeless person misses their hometown too. Even if there are no relatives left there. I rented a small courtyard in town. The local dialect was familiar yet strange. I left when I was small and lived in the North ever since. I had forgotten how to speak it. Luckily, the neighbor was also an outsider, just arrived earlier than me. He helped me out when I couldn't understand the old lady at the market. The next day, I made corn fritters to thank him. Turns out he was a painter here for inspiration. He looked like a fresh college grad, radiating warmth and youth. Away from the people and things of the North. In this simple environment, I suddenly remembered I was only 25. But acting the part of Mrs. Thorne in the Thorne family made me feel old. I bought flowers from the street and filled the courtyard with roses. A small rocking chair sat by the flowerbed. Simple, but everything I wanted. The Thorne garden was full of yellow roses Wendy liked. An expensive piano sat in the glass flower room. That was specially designed by Julian for her; no one could touch it. When Grandma wanted to pull out those roses, Julian threw a huge fit. "If the roses go, I won't come back to this house." No one mentioned it again. Wendy and those roses became taboo in the Thorne family.
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