I wanted to scream.
I wanted to tell him I could buy his entire existence.
But I stayed silent.
This was my final test. I wanted to see how deep his cruelty truly went.
“As you wish, Gary,” I whispered.
When I went downstairs, I saw a woman sitting on the sofa.
Tiffany. His secretary. Young, beautiful, heavily made up.
But what crushed me most was what she was wearing around her neck.
My grandmother’s emerald necklace.
The heirloom that had gone missing from my jewelry box that morning.
“Babe, does it suit me?” Tiffany asked Gary while touching my necklace.
“Perfect,” Gary replied, kissing her. “It suits you better than the worn-out woman who used to own it. You’ll sit beside me tonight at the Presidential Table. You’re the one I’ll introduce as my partner.”
Tears fell as I adjusted my apron in the kitchen.
He took my dignity.
And now, he had given my family’s legacy to his mistress.
AT THE PARTY…
The hotel ballroom sparkled with lights.
Executives, investors, and VIPs filled the room.
Gary was the star of the night. Wearing a tuxedo, holding Tiffany’s hand—the stolen necklace shining around her neck. They sat at the center table, laughing, drinking expensive wine.
And me?
I stood at the side, head bowed, carrying a heavy tray of champagne.
“Waiter! More wine here!” Gary shouted.
I approached. “Yes, sir.”
