Chapter 134

Rebecca had become a Carter. Theodore watched her, resentment simmering. He’d apologized countless times; what more did she want? His face tightened, a storm brewing. Stacey felt the shift, her fists clenching.

“Send the Carters’ invitation to the Edwards!” Theodore’s voice boomed. Rebecca would understand; public humiliation was unacceptable. Stacey left without a word.

“Rebecca!” he exploded. “What do you want from me?”

“We’re divorced, remember?” Stacey replied sharply.

“Don’t play hard to get, Rebecca,” he sneered.

A smile touched her lips. “Playing hard to get? Mr. Edwards, are you sure?” Her gaze was unwavering.

He sighed. “Three more days. Bring the invitation if you reconsider. The Edwards family is a mess, the Carters started it all. Let's settle this.” His voice cracked with exhaustion. “I’m sorry, Rebecca. I’ll be waiting.”

A bitter irony washed over Stacey. She’d waited, only to receive a divorce. “Don’t wait,” she said flatly, turning to leave. “It’s over.”

Theodore opened his mouth, then closed it. As Stacey returned to her film set, Jenny approached, envy lacing her voice.

“I envy the attention you give her,” she said.

Theodore gave a rueful smile. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m worried. If she won’t forgive you… perhaps you should consider me? The Smiths and I could outmaneuver Gifford.”

Theodore shook his head.

At Mitchell Villa, Gary waited for Rebecca’s reply, confident she’d invite them. Dawn broke, bringing silence. He knew Janet and Karen wouldn't ask, so he’d tried a gentle approach—to no avail. He picked up his phone and dialed Cynthia.

Cynthia, sketching at her boutique, saw Gary’s name flash on her phone. She paused, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She let it ring, then go to voicemail.

Back at Mitchell Villa, Gary’s confusion grew. He called again. Cynthia, now painting, ignored the persistent ringing.

Xavier, hearing the phone, said, “Cynthia, your phone’s ringing.”

She shook her head. “Ignore it.”

Xavier saw Gary’s name. “Is something wrong with him?”

Cynthia nodded. “Yeah, but it’s none of our business.”

“If he asks, say your phone’s broken. I’ll get you a new one,” Xavier offered gently, kissing her cheek.

“Okay,” Cynthia smiled.