Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 187: The Secret in the Study
Isla Griffith stopped in her tracks, returned to the front desk, and asked in disbelief, "This has to do with my best friend?"
"Mhm." The receptionist nodded solemnly, clearly not joking.
Isla Griffith was puzzled. "But they don’t even know each other."
The receptionist concisely explained what had happened.
"The woman who was just here called herself Mrs. Sawyer. She came to find out who Mr. Sawyer was visiting, and it turns out Mr. Sawyer was here to see Mrs. Lancaster."
Isla Griffith: "!!!"
’Mrs. Sawyer?’
’Stella Sinclair married Spencer Sawyer?’
’When did this happen?’
She hadn’t heard a thing about it.
"But don’t worry, Ms. Griffith. I didn’t give out any of Mrs. Lancaster’s information."
Isla Griffith snapped out of her daze and offered a faint smile.
"Thank you. I understand. Please don’t mention this to anyone else."
"I understand."
...
Isla Griffith brought Wren Sutton an assortment of her favorite pastries, in several different flavors.
"What’s this? I’ve never seen it before." Wren Sutton’s eyes lit up, her voice full of childlike curiosity.
"It’s a jellied version of a mango pomelo sago dessert that’s all the rage right now. It’s delicious. Go on, try it."
Wren Sutton picked it up and took a bite, savoring the texture and flavor.
"This really is delicious."
"If you like it, I’ll bring you more next time."
As Isla spoke, she spotted an exquisite gift box on a nearby table out of the corner of her eye.
"Who sent this? It’s huge."
Wren Sutton looked up. "Sawyer."
Isla Griffith was speechless.
’So Spencer Sawyer really did come to the postpartum center.’
She held her tongue for the moment, choosing to play with the two little ones for a while first.
"Sweethearts, it’s been a few days. Did you miss your godmommy? Godmommy missed you so much."
By the time Wren Sutton finished her pastry, the babies were tired out from playing and had obediently fallen asleep.
At that point, Isla Griffith decided to get down to business.
"There’s something I just found out. I’m not sure if it’s true, but it’s about you, so I feel like I should tell you."
Wren Sutton was curious. "What is it? You sound pretty serious."
Isla Griffith got straight to the point. "Spencer Sawyer is married. Did you know?"
Wren Sutton nodded, unsurprised.
"I know. To be honest, he just left a little while before you got here. He told me he got married, but he didn’t say who she was, and I didn’t ask. It’s his private life, after all."
"Well, at least he’s upfront about it." Isla Griffith had always had a good impression of Spencer Sawyer.
The two of them had never dealt with each other directly, only meeting a few times in passing during their school days. Everything she knew about him later on, she learned through Wren Sutton.
For a moment back then, she had even shipped her best friend and Spencer Sawyer, thinking they would end up together.
’Looks like there’s no chance of that now.’
Isla Griffith collected her thoughts. "And there’s something else."
"What is it?" Wren Sutton asked.
"The receptionist told me that Spencer Sawyer’s wife came to the center looking for someone."
"Who was she looking for?"
Isla Griffith replied, "The receptionist said she was looking for you."
Wren Sutton frowned, confused. "Looking for me?"
Isla Griffith explained, "Spencer Sawyer came to see you without his wife knowing. She must have found out and gotten the wrong idea, so she came here asking about you. The thing is, I actually know his wife. I ran into her downstairs at the front desk and we chatted for a minute. Her name is Stella Sinclair, same last name as you. Her family is pretty well-connected; she’s an heiress, basically."
Wren Sutton felt a headache coming on. "So you’re saying Mrs. Sawyer has misunderstood my relationship with Spencer Sawyer."
"Exactly," Isla Griffith said affirmatively.
Wren Sutton was speechless.
’It seems I’ll have to keep a proper distance from Spencer Sawyer from now on. We can’t just meet whenever we feel like it, like we used to.’
Even if her best friend hadn’t told her all this, Wren Sutton had the same thought the moment she found out Spencer Sawyer was married.
"I have Stella Sinclair’s contact info. If you think it’s necessary, I can set up a meeting with her to clear the air and prevent any future misunderstandings."
Isla Griffith’s words gave Wren Sutton an idea.
"Since this misunderstanding involves me, I think it would be more effective if I handled it myself."
"But you’re still in your postpartum confinement."
"Then I’ll wait until it’s over. It’s almost time anyway; a few more days won’t hurt."
Isla Griffith respected Wren Sutton’s decision. "All right, we’ll do it your way. When the time comes, I’ll contact Stella Sinclair, and you two can meet to talk."
"Mhm, that’s exactly what I meant."
After settling that, Wren Sutton changed the subject and asked Isla Griffith about her visit to the Sterling family’s home with Sean Sterling a few days ago.
Isla Griffith launched into a lively and detailed account.
...
Stella Sinclair returned to Amberwood Estates in a rage. She kicked off her high heels the moment she was through the door and stomped barefoot across the floor.
’What terrible luck today, running into Isla Griffith at the postpartum center of all places.’
’That woman is so infuriating, showing up at the worst possible time. So as not to blow my cover, I had no choice but to act like nothing was wrong and leave.’
"Isla Griffith, I hate you! Hmph."
After resting for a moment in the living room, Stella Sinclair suddenly had an idea and headed straight for Spencer Sawyer’s study.
’This was a man’s private domain—the perfect place to hide secrets.’
’Since he isn’t home today, it’s the perfect chance to search the place. Maybe I’ll find something.’
With a storm of emotions, Stella Sinclair pushed open the study door.
The first thing that met her eyes was a bookcase that took up an entire wall, looking quite grand.
All the books were arranged neatly by category, height, and color.
In the center of the room stood a massive, solid wood desk. Other than a computer, a desk lamp, and a few antique-grade decorative pieces, it was bare.
A faint scent of cedar, Spencer Sawyer’s favorite, lingered in the air.
Stella Sinclair took a deep breath and started with the desk.
She pulled open every single drawer, inspecting the contents and leaving none unchecked.
After her search, she found that the drawers contained nothing but files, documents, and various office supplies. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Unwilling to give up, Stella Sinclair turned her gaze to the bookcase. She walked over and began to inspect the books one by one.
The work was tedious and time-consuming. An hour later, her arms were aching, but she had still found nothing.
Just as she was about to give up, her eyes were drawn to a thick, old, hardcover book on the top shelf.
The book had a dark blue cloth cover, and the gold-foil lettering on its spine had faded. Compared to the other frequently consulted books, it looked as if it had been forgotten in that corner for years, never to be opened.
Stella Sinclair stood on a chair to barely reach the book. It was even heavier than she’d imagined.
She brought it over to the desk, turned the lamp to its brightest setting, and examined it closely.
Just as she suspected, she found that the connection between the cover and the spine was slightly loose. Probing it gently with her finger, she felt something hidden inside.
’Her intuition told her this was the secret she was looking for.’
Both excited and nervous, Stella Sinclair took a small utility knife from the pen holder and carefully slid it into the slit.
With the faint sound of tearing, the corner of a yellowed piece of paper was revealed inside the cover’s lining.
Stella Sinclair held her breath, pinched the corner of the paper with her fingertips, and slowly slid it out.
It was a faded piece of stationery with slightly curled edges. A single line was written on it, unquestionably in Spencer Sawyer’s handwriting.
"Wren Sutton, I like you."
