hapter 20 I quickly recognized the scarf from Suzy's post . I had always added a small five - pointed star in the bottom - right corner of each item she made , with one of the points stitched in red thread . It had been her signature for years , though I had never really cared about anything she made . But that star? I remembered it . So , when I saw the post from Bernard's company , it clicked . And when I saw Bernard interacting with his friends in the comment section , I knew for sure that it was the same scarf she had given him . A feeling of panic gripped me . It was like something important had slipped right through my fingers . I immediately called her , " Suzy , answer me . Why did you give Bernard the scarf ? When did you two meet , and are you really that close ? " Suzy's POV I couldn't believe I was still listening to Franco's rant . The more he went on , the less I wanted to respond . But of course , the silence only fueled his frustration . " Answer me , Suzy . Why does he have a scarf ? " His voice dropped , now low demanding . I was done with his blatant interrogation . a and So , I snapped back , " What does it have to do with you , Franco ? Don't forget , we're already divorced . " But , of course , he didn't give up . " We haven't divorced . It's a fake divorce , remember ? We agreed to remarry in a month . " Franco practically spat the words out , as if trying to drag me back into his world with a flimsy excuse . " Suzy , I know you're angry , but don't let your emotions destroy our family . Even if it's not for me , what about the kids ? The grandchildren miss you so much . Can you really let them grow up without a grandmother ? " I felt a pit in my stomach . He kept listing how much they needed me , but never once said that he missed me - never mentioned how I felt . It was always about what I could do for him , for the family . Chapter 19 3/3 63.3 % 23:25 Mon , Aug - ש X Over the years , it was always like that . Franco could never truly show affection or admit that he needed me , almost as if it was beneath him to do so . Maybe once , I would've tried to nudge him , hoping for some acknowledgment , some warmth . But not anymore . I was done with the charade . So , this time , I cut him off mid - sentence . " Franco , there's no such thing as a ' fake divorce . ' The divorce agreement is clear . It's in black and white . We have no connection anymore . If you keep calling me , I'll file a harassment complaint . " Without waiting for a response , I ended the call . But , of course , Franco called again . So I didn't answer and just blocked his number . Finally , there was silence . Shifting my focus , I opened Bernard's social media post , and before I finished reading , I saw it had already gone viral . Less than an hour , and the post received millions of likes and shares . Of course , comments flooded in : [ I heard this scarf was a gift from Bernard Cartier's first love . No wonder he likes it so much . ] [ So , is this an indirect announcement of their relationship ? I've heard from insiders that the president of Cartier Group has been in love with someone for years . He's focused only on his career , never marrying . ] [ Exactly ! He's been waiting for this woman . And she just divorced last month . Now , a month later , she gives him this scarf . Looks like his dream is finally coming true . ] The comments poured in , mostly congratulating Bernard and praising me . Honestly , it was so strange to see how much they gushed over us . Realizing this , a blush spread across my neck , and I hurriedly tried to push the warmth away from my face , but it stayed . Right there , my mind drifted back to high school . Back then , Bernard and I were both fifteen . I was the lively one , always surrounded by friends , well - liked by teachers and classmates . Bernard , on the other hand , was the quiet , brooding type . He often sat alone , wearing a baseball cap that shaded his eyes , keeping himself apart from everyone . No one dared to approach him . Chapter 20 2/2 66.7 % 23:26 Mon , Aug 日