You Trusted Her. Now Live as Me Chapter 10

You Trusted Her. Now Live as Me Chapter 10

I didn’t respond.

I simply turned, walked back into the café, and started making coffee for the customers.

Margaret took Gavin away.

At last, my life became peaceful again.

Not long after, Margaret mailed me the divorce papers with Gavin’s signature on it.

The weight that had been pressing on my chest finally lifted.

That evening, I bought plenty of good food so Grandma and I could enjoy dinner together in the

garden.

Grandma’s orange tabby suddenly lifted its head and meowed.

I looked up.

Caleb was walking in.

He was carrying a lemon cake.

“Happy birthday.”

Then it hit me.

It was my birthday.

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

Grandma smacked her forehead.

“Would you look at me? I actually forgot your birthday.”

She pulled out a party hat and carefully placed it on my head.

Caleb set the cake on the little table and added candles for my twenty–seventh birthday.

“Birthday girl, make a wish.”

Warmth flooded my chest.

I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes.

[I hope Grandma and I can live happily from now on.]

I opened my eyes and blew out the candles.

Grandma and Caleb applauded happily.

My eyes slowly filled with tears.

At that moment, I was happy.

From then on, Caleb often came by to help Grandma tend her plants and helped me serve customers/

at the café.

Six months later, Caleb confessed his feelings to me, and I said yes.

Grandma took both our hands, looking pleased.

“Good. If I know you’re here to take care of Nora, I can finally stop worrying.”

On the day of our engagement party, I received an extravagant bouquet of 999 pink roses.

They were my favorite flowers.

There was no name on the card, but I knew Gavin had sent them.

Over those six months, I’d also seen a few updates about him online.

Whitmore Holdings was struggling, he’d entered a marriage arranged within his family’s business and social circle, and his marriage was unhappy.

I had Jamie put the flowers away.

Another year passed.

Caleb and I got married.

Many of my longtime café customers came to the wedding.

The celebration was lively and joyful.

Mrs. Foster removed the heirloom emerald bracelet from her wrist and fastened it around mine.

“This has been passed down through the Foster family for generations. Now that you’re marrying

Caleb, I want you to have it. I hope the two of you always respect and cherish each other and grow old together.”

Then Mrs. Foster leaned closer and lowered her voice.

“And if this boy ever treats you badly, you come tell me. I’ll deal with him myself.”

I smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, Mrs. Foster… Thank you, Mother.”

Mrs. Foster smiled in satisfaction.

This time, there was no contempt, no judgment.

Only respect and genuine warmth.

After the ceremony, Caleb took my hand and walked with me away from the altar, I saw Gavin standing by the entrance.

He was no longer the confident, commanding Mr. Whitmore he’d once been.

He had grown thin, his face deathly pale.

He looked at me with tears streaming down his face.

I turned away.

Everything about him had stopped mattering to me a long time ago.

A few days later, news about him appeared online.

Gavin Whitmore had died by suicide after a severe depressive episode.

When I saw the news, I didn’t linger on it for even a second.

Instead, I searched for early–pregnancy precautions.

I rested a hand over my stomach.

Outside the window, Grandma and Caleb were busy working in the garden.

A happy smile spread across my face.

My birthday wish had come true.