She had thought that once Danielle’s true identity was revealed, Alexander’s attitude would at least shift a little. But to her surprise, he carried on, showing the same indifference, fussing over Millie as if nothing had changed.
Clearly, there had never been a place for Danielle in his heart.
Danielle had spent five or six years in a cold, lifeless marriage, and that kind of neglect leaves a wound that never truly heals.
Kirsten felt a sharp pang in her chest. She glanced over at Danielle, then let out a long, steadying breath. She didn’t want to drag up old wounds in front of Danielle any longer.
So she simply let the conversation drop.
“Dani, how are things with Mr. Chapman lately? Have you two been in touch? Is there any chance something might develop between you?”
“You’ve wrapped up most of your work now. Maybe it’s time to start thinking about your own happiness for a change.”
It wasn’t fair, Kirsten thought, that Alexander could live his life so effortlessly—while Dani was left alone, as if doomed to spend the rest of her days in solitude.
Danielle looked up. If anyone knew Kirsten, it was her; she couldn’t help but smile. “You know, life’s not a competition. There’s no need to measure myself against anyone else.”
And Alexander had never loved her. She could have been anyone—she could have been an angel descended from heaven—and he still wouldn’t have spared her a second glance.
The remorse Kirsten was hoping to see from Alexander—it was nothing but wishful thinking.
The truth was, Alexander didn’t just lack love for her. There was something close to contempt, maybe even resentment.
Kirsten fell silent.
She didn’t push the topic further, sensing Danielle’s reluctance to dwell on it. Besides, it was all in the past now. There was no use picking at an old scab, no point in keeping the pain alive.
Taking a deep breath, Kirsten tried to ease the heaviness in her chest.
Yet even now, doubts lingered in her mind. Had Alexander ever cared for Danielle, even for a fleeting moment? Over all those years, was there ever a spark of tenderness?
Even as an outsider, Kirsten had never seen the faintest trace of affection from him—not even the warmth he offered business associates. Strangers would get a polite nod or a faint smile, but Danielle? She was barely acknowledged.
It made Kirsten ache for her friend. How could anyone truly move on from that? She couldn’t, so how could Danielle?
Even if time dulled the pain, seeing that person again would bring every memory rushing back.
Meanwhile,
Danielle stepped out of the restroom—and nearly collided with Alexander at the end of the hallway.
He was tall and composed, standing just outside the smoking lounge, a cigarette between his fingers, his gaze calm as he watched her approach.
Danielle averted her eyes, unconcerned, and continued walking.
As she passed, Alexander spoke, his voice steady: “Drop the lawsuit. Even if you win, it won’t change anything. She’ll still be who she is. Don’t waste your time chasing something meaningless.”
Danielle stopped in her tracks. He was speaking up for Millie.
Copyright infringement cases were notoriously hard to prove and dragged on for ages. Alexander’s words were a warning—a clear message: he would stand behind Millie, no matter what.
He was making it clear that no one could touch her as long as he was in her corner.
Danielle’s expression didn’t change; her voice was cool and even, with the faintest trace of a smile. “You think you can shield her from everything? Dirty tricks like plagiarism don’t just disappear, no matter how hard they are to prove in court. If she wants a fight, I’ll see it through to the end.”
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