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The group burst into laughter, and one of them chuckled awkwardly.

Guess I was being a bit slow there.

At the door, Tilda stood frozen for a moment, gripping the handle so tightly her fingers ached.

She could hear bits of their conversation, and it made her pause.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself and pushed the door open, stepping into the room.

Lyndon, she called.

Lyndon looked up, surprise flickering across his face. Tilda? What brings you here? She stepped forward with a calm, polished smile.

Im here with a classmate for dinner.

I saw someone who looked like you walk in, and I wanted to see if it was really you.

Seems I was right.

Her eyes moved around the room, pausing on Rita for a couple of seconds before turning back to the group.

Niko, Clive, Marlin-good to see you all.

Everyone in the room knew her; theyd crossed paths often enough.

Tilda! Have you had dinner yet? Why dont you join us? At almost fifty, Niko had long been a respected name in directing and was known for his smooth social skills, easily making anyone feel welcome.

He welcomed Tilda with a friendly smile, though there was a glint in his eyes, as if there were more on his mind than just the greeting.

The fact that Tilda had a son out of wedlock was a hot topic in their circles, especially after Ivy made sure everyone knew about it.

Then came her marriage to Lyndon, which had stunned everyone.

The Fernandez family was one of the most influential in Betton, and Lyndon, charming and poised to inherit everything, wasnt the kind of man anyone expected to marry a single mother.noveldrama

It left everyone talking. Now, many believed their marriage wasnt built on love but on something more practical.

In wealthy families, love wasnt always the foundation of marriage it was often about securing advantages for both sides.

The room buzzed with silent questions.

Tilda and Lyndon hadnt been married long, yet here was talk of him having a mistress.

Everyone wondered how Tilda would respond.

Would she create a scene, engaging in a fight with the other woman to defend her territory? Or would she hold it all in, pretending nothing was wrong? Is it alright if I join you? Tilda asked, her voice calm as she turned to Lyndon.