Chapter 19 - ס X Franco's POV I was overwhelmed with happiness after receiving Suzy's message . I thought it was a sign of reconciliation - an apology from her , hoping we could fix things . But the anger that had been building inside me for the past few days felt like a knot in my throat , so I deliberately delayed replying . I waited for half an hour before typing a single word : [ Address . ] One minute . Two minutes . Ten minutes passed . No response . My mind began to race . ' Could there be a malfunction with my phone ? ' I checked the signal , walked around the room , and made sure my phone was working properly . But my frustration only grew as I thought about it . ' What was Suzy playing at ? She sent me a message and then didn't reply . Was this some kind of game ? A " bait and switch " ? " My annoyance peaked . With a sneer , I decided to put her on ' Do Not Disturb . ' I hated when women played these kinds of games . I used to think Suzy was practical , but now , it seemed like she had gotten bold - too bold . If this is how it's going to be , I'll make sure she knows her place . I planned to ignore her all day , leaving her anxious and desperate to hear from me . I wanted her to regret leaving my messages unread . Suzy's POV Sitting across from Bernard at a cozy restaurant , I couldn't help but smile . Bernard caught my attention with a sharp look . " You seem different today , " he said , his brow furrowing slightly . " Is there something you're not telling me ? " I smiled , a little playful , and handed him a small bag . " This is for you ," I said . Bernard froze for a moment , clearly surprised . When he opened the bag and saw the scarf inside , his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning . My Husband Staged Our Divorce to More His First Leve 23:25 Mon , Aug 11 He looked at me with eager anticipation . " Did you make this yourself ? " he asked , his voice filled with excitement . I nodded , feeling a little shy but happy with how it turned out . " Um , so … do you like it ? " I asked shyly . .57 % 8 X Bernard's grin grew even wider , and his voice softened with sincerity . " Of course , Suzy , I love it . This is the best gift I've ever received ! " The joy in his voice made all the tension I had been carrying melt away . A warm sense of accomplishment replaced the weight in my chest . We then enjoyed our meal , and the conversation came naturally - nothing forced , just two people reconnecting . On the way back to the hotel , Bernard gently took my hand in his , his thumb brushing over my skin in a simple , intimate gesture . " Thank you for today , " he said , his voice sincere . " You're welcome ." I smiled , squeezing his hand lightly . Back in the room , I quickly freshened up , eager to settle in for the night . But just as I lay down , my phone rang . I saw Franco's name flash on the screen . I frowned . I didn't want to deal with him right now , so I immediately hung up . But he wasn't giving up . Franco's calls kept coming one after the other . Annoyed , I finally answered , my voice sharp . " What is it ? " Franco's voice was tense , almost accusing . " Aren't you supposed to be giving me a gift ? Why did you give it to someone else ? " I felt my brows furrow , confused . ' What was he talking about ? ' " I don't understand what you're talking about , " I replied , my voice cold . Then , with accusation , Franco replied , " You gave the scarf to Bernard , didn't you ? Wasn't it meant for me ? Was it because I was a few minutes late replying to your message ? Do you really have to act this way and give my things to someone else ? Suzy , do you no longer care about your family ? " Despite trying to keep his tone low , his anger burst out over the phone . The mention of Bernard's name made me pause . How did Franco know I'd given Bernard the scarf ? Before I could process it further , my phone buzzed again . Chapter 10 . 2/3 62.2 % 23:25 Mon , Aug 11 日 D X It was another message from Franco . I opened it , and my heart sank . It was a photo . A post from Bernard on social media . He was wearing the scarf . The caption read : [ This winter shouldn't be too cold . ] My chest tightened . Bernard had shared a photo of himself in my scarf as if he'd received something precious . A strange feeling washed over me . Pride , maybe ? It felt like he was showing off something precious , almost as if he had acquired a treasure . But there was also a stark contrast to how things used to be . When I knitted scarves and sweaters for my family , it was never enough . My gifts were always too simple , too basic , and never ' good enough ' for their high standards . They'd complain about the stuff I gave them because it wasn't from designer brands , considered too plain , or just not ' important ' enough . Each time , I was told I was wasting my time on trivial matters and should concentrate on more important things . Yet here was Bernard , valuing something I made with my own hands more than anything money could buy . Chapter 19