"Huh?" My coco pops filled spoon froze in the air after read the caption. It didn''t make sense until the videos finished loading and I saw what the wedding gifts were.


    Clive Christian, on her demand, had created a limited perfume with her favorite vors named after her. They made thousands of these for her as the gifts she would share to her wedding guests. "Okay, this is crazy!" I eximed and dropped my spoon in my cup.


    "What''s that?" Grace briefly looked up from the garment bag.


    I turned my phone for Grace to see and she chuckled. "Spoilt brat. She works for nothing yet she spends so much," Grace said as she packaged Mark''s wedding suit in a garment bag.


    Unlike the bride, the groom had simply requested for a customized suit from Luxe Vogue. Grace had spent her sweet time designing and making his suit. It was a ck three-piece suit, with the softest and smoothest texture. I wondered how long it had taken her to embroider the intricate patterns on the cor and cuffs; they made the suit stand out and also align with Mark''s demeanor.


    Mark also added to his investment in Luxe Vogue which officially made him thergest investor inpany. So asking for a personally tailored suit was not too much, right? Except he has asked me to personally deliver the suit to him. It wasn''t too much but it made my stomach churn with unease.


    It was his goddamn wedding, why do I have to be the one to deliver it to him?All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    I scooped the rest of the cereal and quickly washed the cup. Then I picked up my bag and the garment bag that Grace had prepared for me.


    "Let me get my purse, I''ming with you," Grace said and left the room.


    I sighed as I watched her leave but I waited as she had instructed. She had been insisting that she woulde with me since Mark also insisted that I bring the suit to him.


    At first, Grace hadn''t seen anything wrong with it until she remembered the incident at the auction in the restroom that I told her. She had been very concerned about leaving the both of us alone. "Okay! I''m set," she beamed and together we left the house and drove together to Mark''s house.


    His housekeeper opened the door for us. He wasing down the stairs with a small smile on his lips but when his gaze fell on Grace, his smile faded and his expression turned sour.


    When he stopped before us, he openly scowled at Grace, "You''re not needed here. Sydney is enough." Then he nodded toward the door, "Why don''t you go to Sandra''s and see if she needs extra hands." Grace hesitated, her gaze sliding to me. For one, I was surprised that she wasn''t retorting back a snarky response but then I shouldn''t be. Since she had dered him her hero, she had noticeably gone soft on him.


    I managed a smile. "It''s fine. I''ll be quick ande find youter."


    She nodded and hugged. "Call me if anything happens, she whispered into my ear as she pulled away. I nodded and watched her leave.


    Mark''s expression softened a bit after Grace was out the door and out of his sight. He turned to me, Wee. How''re you?"


    I shrugged, "I''m fine. Congrattions."


    He nodded with a small smile and led me to his dressing room.


    I looked around the room, at the boring pale colors, rigid furniture and stiff curtains. Earlier on in our marriage, I had intended to refurbish the room and breathe life into it but... well, things didn''t work out. Many times, I had begrudgingly dressed him in this room; helped him pack his file and iron his outfit and helped him into his jacket like every wife should.


    He put on his trousers and shirt in the restroom. When he came out, he simply stood in the middle of the room and spread his arms.


    I sighed and walked up to him. We''re really doing this, aren''t we? I thought to myself.


    I automatically helped him into the waist coat then I put his suit on him like I used to do. The actions felt natural, as if I never stopped doing them.


    All the while, he remained silent but I could feel his eyes on me. They followed my every movement.


    I was buttoning the suit when he broke the tense silence.


    "Did you ever love me during our three years of marriage?"