At the auction, Owen and Julia sat in the front row.
I stood beside them, quietly serving tea.
Around us, whispers spread like wildfire.
Businessmen exchanged knowing glances, their eyes full of disdain and mockery.
A wife lower than a mistress—what a joke.
Yet Owen remained unfazed. With no regard for me, he lavished Julia with affection.
“You must be tired after last night,” he said softly. “Buy whatever you like today. Think of it as my way of making it up to you.”
“Good girls get rewarded. That’s what I love about you.”
Every piece of jewelry that came up for auction was claimed by him without hesitation. His bids lit up the room, one after another.
I no longer had a heartbeat, but I could still feel my body trembling with tension.
Julia, who had started off feigning shyness, quickly grew bold and smug.
Anything she liked, she took.
Owen gave her that confidence—his indulgence was her armor.
He spent over a hundred million without blinking.
Yet his gaze kept drifting to me. Each glance grew darker, more annoyed.
I didn’t look back. I didn’t want to see his face, nor did I care about his mood.
Until the final item was revealed—and for the first time, light returned to my eyes.