The name Raymond Fletcher was very familiar to my ears. I paused for a moment to try to remember the name again. I then remembered that he was the man who stole my fiancée and Esmeralda's sweetheart. It turned out that Esmeralda never forgot about him. She even pretended to be affectionate for him and me to marry. It was me who underestimated her love for Raymond Fletcher.
The phone clanked out of the woman's pants pocket. I bent down to pick it up just as a message popped up on the screen.
[Esmeralda, thank you for helping me block the wine tonight, but I’m sorry. I can't take the necklace you gave me. It's too expensive.]
The next second, I saw Raymond's circle of friends named ‘Love is priceless’. The accompanying picture was a necklace that shone like nothing else. It was the only one in the world that was auctioned off by the mysterious tycoon in the news at a cost of one hundred million dollars. I knew Raymond had sent it to me specifically to see.
This week Esmeralda was so busy that she didn't have time to eat. She was sent to the emergency room with a sudden stomach disease.
But as soon as she opened her eyes, she flew to England.