Michael Reed, and his secretary Olivia Scott.
Olivia, elegantly made up, leaned intimately against Michael.
Her eyes swept across the shelves until they landed on the mahogany box.
She giggled, whispering something to Michael.
Michael, smiling indulgently, opened the box without hesitation.
The jade ring gleamed under the light, and Olivia’s eyes lit up instantly.
She lifted it, admiring it against the light.
The next moment, Michael gently took it and slipped it onto her left thumb.
It fit perfectly.
Olivia wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck and kissed him.
He smiled, responding, and then the two of them entangled themselves on my desk—beside my grandfather’s heirloom.
I felt as if I’d been plunged into an ice cellar, frozen stiff.
The recording kept playing, but my eyes had already blurred.
No wonder Michael had been cold and frequently “on business trips” in recent years.
I never expected he had been betraying me all along—with his secretary.
And worse—he had given away the most precious token of our families, just to please his mistress.
Rage and disgust overwhelmed my reason.
I stormed straight into Michael’s executive office.
The moment I opened the door, I saw him lounging in his chair.