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“Doesn’t matter. Giselle grew up with everything. This charm meant for you all along p>
“Even if she’s carrying the heir, ours’ always first. Chloe, keep it hidden-don’t let her see it. I want you and our baby safe p>
“Then help me put it on p>
Those obscene sounds struck my heart, tearing my heart to bloody shreds.
Along with that last sliver of hope-reduced to ashes.
How foolish I’d been moments ago, almost agreeing with Sarah’s words.
Sarah was furious, ready to curse them out, but I gripped her arm tightly.
I forced a smile uglier than tears, my voice trembling uncontrollably:
“Let’s go. We’re getting that Rolex p>
It was something Mom had saved for me when she was alive.
I’d already disappointed her enough.
Mom was a business genius.
Though she married Father, she never became a housewife-she built her own empire.
When I was little, I asked her if she worried Father would cheat when she wasn’t home.
She told me: Women must always stand on their own feet. Never put your hopes in a man.
If he finds other women, I can walk away anytime I want.
I’d already let her down as a daughter.
I couldn’t disappoint her further.
Lucien didn’t return until after dinner. Seeing me close a suitcase, he asked curiously.
“That’s huge. What’s inside p>
“Nothing. I’m too far along to fit into my old clothes. Just putting them away.” My tone was flat.
He didn’t suspect anything, pulling my hand apologetically.
“Giselle, I’m so sorry. I was careless and lost the charm I got for our baby. I searched it for hours but couldn’t find it. Someone must have taken
it p>
“I’ll find something even better to make it up to you, okay p>
If I hadn’t heard those words with my own ears, I might have fallen for his act.
I pulled my hand away, laughing coldly.
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“You lost it in the church chapel, then found’ it around Chloe’s neck, right? Lucien, you’re disgusting p>
His previous women had all fawned over him with flattery.
After a brief flash of guilt, Lucien’s face darkened.
“Giselle Lopez, you’re from a wealthy family. How can you stoop to stalking and eavesdropping? Have you no shame p>
“Yes, I gave it to Chloe. So what p>
“I built this company alone, giving you the lifestyle of a rich wife, while she can only be a mistress. Are you really going to haggle over a cheap
charm p>
As if remembering something, he threw a check on the table.
“You’re just angry because I gave Chloe more shares, right? You just want money p>
“Is this enough to calm you down? If not, name your price. Properties, bonds, whatever-is that enough to buy your silence p>
I looked down at those numbers and said softly.
“It’s enough p>
Just enough to buy back that last gold bars.
This golden-digger gesture actually softened Lucien’s expression, even gave him some sense of security.
As if as long as I still loved money, I’d never truly be angry with him.
Finally reassured, he went off to comfort Chloe to sleep.
I watched his back as he rushed toward another woman, feeling nothing inside.
So this is what it feels like when love dies.
Lucien’s excessive indulgence of his new mistress had already caused quite a stir.
Mrs. Durant was around my age and we were quite close.
Worried I’d be depressed during pregnancy, she invited me for afternoon tea with several other wives.
I didn’t expect to run into Chloe.
She smiled sweetly as she sat next to me.
“I thought sister would be too upset about the blessed charm to come out, so I came in your place to maintain the Ellison family’s reputation p>
“Sister, you really shameless, knowing Lucien loves me most but still clinging to the wife’s position p>
Everyone present was a legitimate wife-they despised arrogant mistresses. Their expressions all soured.
Mrs. Durant never stand injustice, immediately slammed the table and stood.
“Ridiculous. You bitch dare provoke the real wife? Oh wait, you’re not even a mistress-you’re mistress number thirteen p>
“Look at yourself. What makes you think you deserve to sit at the same table with us? Get out p>
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Everyone looked at Chloe mockingly, as if she were worthless trash.
Chloe looked humiliated, but with by Lucien’s favor, she became even more arrogant.
“Think being the wife makes you special, Giselle? Lucien’s been DONE with you!
“Why do you think he fucks a new girl every month? He told me himself-you got kidnapped and gang raped. You’re a used up whore. He can’t even stand to touch you anymore!
“I’m his mistress, but at least I’m PURE. Unlike you-passed around like a cheap toy. If I were you? I’d divorce him and hang myself. Save him the embarrassment of being married to a slut p>
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