Chapter 157
Every year on their wedding anniversary, Anathea and rook an alire feast by tund, bake a cake, and wait for him to come home
She’d been a devoted wite, always doing her part to hold the marriage together. That was proof of pet how much she cherishert
Gregory’s eyes lingered on Anathea’s WhatsApp profile picture. It feud been taken live years ago on their wedding by by a staff photographer.
She was sitting in front of the wedding cake in her wedding dress. With her ayes gently closed, she clasped her hands together as she made a wish.
His finger brushed lightly across her serene profile on the screen, if he could sense the joy she’d been feeling in that monest. He couldn’t help but wonder what Anathea had wished for that day Probably a long, happy marriage with him. Yet they didn’t even have a single wedding photo together.
Gregory pressed his lips into a thin line.
When Anathea prepared all those things on every anniversary, she must’ve been hoping he’d make even the smallest gesture as a husband.
But every year, he wouldn’t even sit down at the same table with her. He wouldn’t even spare a glance at the cake she made. Because all he could think about on that day was how she’d schemed her way into marrying him. That was why he despised her.
But was that really why he’d hated her so much?
Inside the sprawling, luxurious CEO’s office of Sinclair Group, Gregory sat in silence. His eyes were fixed on that photo of Anathea. For a moment, everything around him faded.
He found himself recalling that first night with Anathea. Something unspoken flickered behind his cold gaze.
The next second, Gregory reached for his phone and called Sinclair Villa.
Jenny picked up. “Yes, Mr. Sinclair?”
“I need you to order a cake,” he said flatly. “A wedding anniversary cake.”
There was a beat of silence. Jenny was surprised, but she answered quickly, “Yes, sir.”
“And make sure it’s got extra strawberries. She likes those.”
“Yes, Mr. Sinclair.” Jenny kept her tone polite and professional, but even through the phone, he could hear the barely concealed excitement in her voice.
Gregory was confused. He was just ordering a wedding anniversary cake Anathea would like. Why did even a household staff member like Jenny sound happy for her?
Had he really treated Anathea so poorly over the years that even they felt sorry for her?
Gregory suddenly realized he really had been too distant with Anathea. So, trying to sound casual, he asked, “Has Anathea come back today?”
“Not yet,” Jenny replied.
“Not yet?” His brow furrowed.
“Did you need her for something?” Jenny asked. After all, Gregory never asked about Anathea, let alone where she was.
“It’s nothing,” he muttered and hung up.
Chapter 157
Anathea still hadn’t come home? But he’d told Martin to make su party.
But she hadn’t shown even a hint of a reaction?
Gregory’s face darkened. He pulled up Martin’s number, ready to had responded.
But just as he was about to make the call, his phone lit up with
He hesitated, then answered in his usual calin voice. “What is it?‘
“Dad…” On the other end of the phone, Xander’s voice sounded we stuck with mucus. “Dad, I don’t feel good…”
Was he sick?
“Where’s Natalie?” Gregory asked. Xander was staying
“Ms. Whitman isn’t home. She was gone when I woke really don’t feel good. Please come save me…”
up…” Xande
e sure she found out about him bringing Natalie to the Presgraves!
Anathea still hadn’t come home? But he’d told Martin to make
party.
“But she hadn’t shown even a hint of a reaction?
Gregory’s tace darkened. He pulled up Martin‘ had responded.
umber, ready toll and ask if he’d passed the message on and how Anathea
But just as he was about to make the call, his phone lit up with a call from Xander.
He hesitated, then answered in his usual calm voice, “What is it?”
“Dad…” On the other end of the phone, Xander’s voice sounded weak. His normally crisp voice was now hoarse, as if it were stuck with mucus. “Dad, I don’t feel good…”
Was he sick?
“Where’s Natalie?” Gregory asked. Xander was staying with Natalie. Wasn’t she supposed to be taking care of him?
“Ms. Whitman isn’t home. She was gone when I woke up…” Xander coughed. His voice grew weaker with every word. “Dad… I really don’t feel good. Please come save me…”
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