Chapter 3

On the afternoon of my second day at work, I was checking the schedule for a private booking at the seaside club when Dante's voice suddenly came from behind me.

"What are you doing here?"

I turned around and froze.

I had not expected the person who booked the entire seaside terrace tonight to be him.

Clara was holding his arm. Vivian and Grace followed behind them.

Dante's gaze fell on the work badge on my chest.

"You found a job in Atlantic City?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Clara smiled and waved her phone.

"Good thing I suddenly wanted to come to Atlantic City last night. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen my dear sister-in-law."

Vivian looked at Dante.

"She said she wanted to celebrate her birthday by the sea, and he changed all the flights and hotels after that."

Clara's eyes curved with satisfaction.

"He spoils me. What can I do?"

I lowered my head and looked at the event schedule.

The entire seaside terrace was booked until midnight.

[Cost: $110,000.]

Three years ago, I had asked Dante if we could book a night there, just the two of us, to watch the sunset.

He looked at the quote and said only:

"There's no need to spend that much just to see a sunset."

Dante had already walked up to me.

"So now you've even chased our itinerary to your workplace?"

"When I came to Atlantic City, you hadn't changed your route yet."

He gave a low laugh.

"Enough with the excuses."

"You asked for a divorce, turned off your location, changed jobs."

"After all this trouble, weren't you just trying to make me come find you?"

I closed the schedule.

"Dante, you are overthinking."

"Fine. I'm overthinking."

He nodded.

"You just happened to come to Atlantic City, and you just happened to work at the club we were coming to."

After listening for a while, Clara suddenly handed the birthday schedule to me.

"Since my sister-in-law works here, let her take care of me."

I did not take it.

"The club has assigned other staff."

Dante took the schedule and shoved it into my hand.

"You are careful with details. I trust you with this."

I looked up at him.

"I'm here to work, not to comfort her for you."

His brows tightened.

"If the client specifically asks for you to handle the event, what's the problem?"

"Stop making everything about us."

I gripped the schedule and went to the venue.

After dark, the birthday party officially began.

I was about to leave the event area when Dante stopped me from behind.

"How long are you going to keep this up?"

I turned back.

"The divorce agreement is already with my lawyer."

He was silent for a moment.

"When we fought before, you said you wanted to break up too."

"This time it's divorce."

I looked at him.

"Keep telling yourself whatever you want."

He reached out to pull me.

"If you could really bear to leave, you wouldn't have shown up here."

I avoided his hand.

"Atlantic City isn't your territory."

His face darkened.

In the distance, Clara called out to him.

"Dante, the fireworks are starting."

He looked at me for a few seconds, then turned and walked toward her.

At eight o'clock that night, Clara's name lit up over the ocean.

After the fireworks ended, the servers brought out the birthday cake.

After Clara blew out the candles, Vivian asked with a smile, "What did you wish for this year?"

Clara opened her eyes and looked only at Dante.

"This year, I don't want anything else."

"I already have the house, the trip, and the birthday."

She paused.

"Dante, I want a title."

The area fell silent.

Dante frowned and was about to speak.

But Clara took a medical report from her handbag and placed it in front of him.

"You will grant this wish."

"I'm pregnant."