My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

The following evening, Veronica and Whitney made their way to the exclusive auction house after spending considerable time preparing their appearance.

Both women had chosen understated elegance over flashy displays of wealth, yet their natural beauty commanded attention the moment they stepped into the opulent auction hall. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow across marble floors, while hushed conversations filled the air with anticipation.

Whitney moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her connections in high society evident as familiar faces nodded in acknowledgment. However, Veronica remained an enigma to most attendees. Whispered speculation followed in their wake as curious eyes tried to place her among the city's elite families.

"Who is she? I've never seen her at these events before."

"Must be from old money if she's here with Whitney."

"Perhaps she's from out of town? European aristocracy, maybe?"

Their assigned seats were positioned in the middle section, several rows back from the coveted front area reserved for the auction house's most prestigious clients. They had timed their arrival perfectly, settling into their chairs just as the preliminary announcements began.

The steady hum of conversation suddenly shifted to excited murmurs near the entrance. Veronica felt her companion tense beside her as they both turned to identify the source of the disturbance.

The sight that greeted Veronica sent an unexpected jolt through her composure.

"Cullen and Niall just arrived," Whitney observed in a low voice, her tone carefully neutral. She studied Veronica's profile with concern. "You had no idea they would be here tonight?"

Veronica shook her head slowly, her gaze fixed on the striking couple making their entrance. "None whatsoever."

Cullen had mentioned nothing about auction plans during their brief conversations. The surprise of his presence created an uncomfortable knot in her stomach that she struggled to ignore.

Niall had clearly spared no expense for the evening's appearance. Her arrival alongside Cullen generated the exact reaction she had undoubtedly hoped for, drawing admiring stares and envious glances from every corner of the room.

"Did you see her at the Phoenix charity gala last month?" a woman behind them whispered. "Cullen spent over thirty million on her jewelry alone that night."

"Tonight's ensemble isn't any less impressive," her companion replied. "That gown is an original Zayn creation. The designer hasn't taken on new commissions in years, and when he does, the pieces start at ten million."

"Thirty million last time, another ten million tonight... Cullen Dennis certainly knows how to make a statement when it comes to spoiling his companion."

"The man clearly has expensive taste in women."

Niall's sapphire-blue gown caught the light with every graceful movement, the fabric seeming to flow like liquid silk. Her diamond accessories created brilliant flashes of light that competed with the chandeliers overhead. Combined with her stunning features and confident bearing, she dominated the room's attention effortlessly.

The couple proceeded directly to the front row, where premium seats awaited them. Cullen guided Niall to the center position, the most coveted spot in the entire venue.

This display of prominence triggered another wave of impressed commentary from the surrounding guests.

"Center front row seating... that's reserved for only the most influential bidders."

"Those seats aren't just about status. They signal serious buying power. Cullen Dennis must be planning to make some significant purchases tonight."

"I can't even imagine having that kind of purchasing power. The pieces up for auction tonight are worth millions each."

"Best not to think about it too much. Comparing our financial situations to theirs is just painful."

Whitney leaned closer to Veronica, her voice carrying a note of bitter amusement. "Look at that. They get the royal treatment in the front row while we're relegated to the cheap seats."

This pattern of preferential treatment for Niall had become Cullen's standard behavior. Veronica had witnessed it enough times that the sting had largely faded. Her emotional investment in such matters had diminished considerably.

Her purpose tonight centered on finding the perfect birthday gift for her grandmother. The politics of seating arrangements seemed trivial in comparison to that meaningful goal.

"Has Cullen even acknowledged that we're here?" Whitney continued, her tone growing more agitated. "He hasn't so much as glanced in our direction since they sat down."

The seating assignments had likely been handled by Cullen's administrative staff. His personal involvement in such details seemed unlikely, particularly when it came to Veronica's comfort or convenience.

Whether he was aware of their location or simply choosing to ignore their presence didn't particularly matter anymore. Even if he did know exactly where she sat, making any gesture of acknowledgment would be completely out of character for their current relationship dynamic.

The auction house lights dimmed slightly as the evening's proceedings prepared to begin. Veronica settled back in her chair, determined to focus on the items that would soon be presented rather than the complicated emotions stirred by Cullen's unexpected presence.