My Funeral Awakened Her Love

The eighth floor of the Haequinn Hotel was home to a private club known as the Golden Den. It was a popular gathering place for Accanne's wealthiest socialites.

After dinner, Seraphine and Jack headed upstairs.

I hadn't intended to follow as I didn't want to see them being lovey-dovey, but my soul moved on its own, trailing them helplessly.

When we reached the eighth floor, they happened to run into Seraphine's friends and a few men drinking in one of the private rooms. Without hesitation, Jack pulled her into the room with him.

The deafening bass thumped through the walls as Jack draped his arm casually around her shoulders as if announcing to the world that she belonged to him.

The ladies laughed, clinked glasses, and filled them again just as quickly. Before long, Seraphine was too drunk to stand on her own.

Her world spun as she squinted at her watch and muttered, "It's midnight already. I need to go home. Hayden never lets me stay out late. It's annoying how controlling he is!"

Jack, who had stayed close to her all night, clearly caught her slurred complaints. His expression darkened slightly, but he kept his arm around her waist, gently saying, "Seraphine, you're divorced now. No one's holding you back anymore, so you don't have to follow anyone's rules. You can drink, stay out late, and do whatever you want."

"Divorced?" Seraphine closed her eyes and gave a bitter laugh. "Right. We're divorced now. We're divorced…"

Yes, we were divorced, and she looked so happy now. I loved her for so many years, and not once did she ever return even the slightest bit of that love.

She swayed as someone handed her another drink, and she downed it in one go. A bit of the liquor trickled from the corner of her mouth, sliding down the curve of her neck.

Jack's eyes darkened as he stared at her, eyes burning with desire. He swallowed hard at the sight of her. "Alright, that's enough," he said, finally stepping in to block more drinks being pushed her way. "She's had too much. I'll take her to bed."

With that, he helped Seraphine out of the room.

She didn't resist, following him in silence as they rode the elevator up to the 60th floor.

"Here, watch your step." He guided her to the door of one of the rooms, pulling out a room card that he had clearly prepared in advance.

"Go on in," he said.

Was I really about to watch them getting intimate, right in front of me? That felt far too cruel.

Inside, Jack helped her onto the bed and bent down to take off her coat. However, just as he reached out, Seraphine suddenly sat up and pushed him away. Her clear eyes were unreadable.

He froze before asking carefully, "What's wrong?"

"I'll get another room," she said, rising to her feet. Her head spun, and she staggered, nearly losing her balance. She stumbled to the door and happened to bump into the floor manager in the hallway.

After the quick word, the manager got her a room. Without looking back, she walked into the new room alone and shut the door behind her. I didn't understand what she was doing. Wasn't this the moment she had been waiting for?

Across the hall, Jack's warm gaze turned cold and then simmered into a quiet rage.

He muttered under his breath, "She's already divorced, and she's still keeping herself untouched for him?"

The next morning, he had composed himself, wearing the same polished smile he always did. He wrapped an arm around Seraphine and escorted her down to the lobby from the 60th floor.

As soon as they stepped into the hotel lobby, they ran into a familiar face.