Alexander, flustered, snapped, "Enough! What else do you want? When did you become like this? Do you realize how ugly jealousy makes you look?"
He pulled out a check, quickly filled in the amount, and tossed it to me. "One hundred million. Are you satisfied?"
He then grabbed the jewelry box, took out the necklace I had helped Charlotte wear, and gently adjusted the pendant. My hand brushed her earrings. "It’s beautiful. It suits you perfectly. Don’t cry—you won’t look pretty if you keep crying."
My heart twisted. I looked so ugly being jealous. When did I become like this? I watched my husband hugging his assistant in front of me, closed my eyes, and dejectedly told the lawyer, "Take the check and withdraw the report."
As we left the police station, Alexander’s car pulled up. He rolled down the window. "You had to cause trouble today? It’s my mother’s birthday. You didn’t forget, did you? Get in."
I looked up. Alexander and Charlotte were sitting in the back, leaving the front passenger seat for me.
I froze, staring at Charlotte. She bit her lower lip. "Elizabeth, Mr. Worthington said you don’t allow anyone else in the passenger seat, so he’s leaving it for you."