Jameson’s eyes narrowed as he watched me kneel. He stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and discomfort, and tried to pull me up.
But I was trembling, desperate, and clung to his leg in panic. “Jameson, please! Help me! Make her give it back! I’ll forgive you for breaking off our engagement. I’ll leave if that’s what you want. I’ll stay far, far away...”
The helplessness and despair of having my lifeline held hostage brought tears streaming down my face.
But my words only made him angrier.
“So, this pendant really is a gift from some man, isn’t it?”
I stared at him in disbelief. After everything we’d been through, after years of knowing each other, he trusted Yvette’s lies over me.
When I didn’t respond, his expression darkened further.
He shoved me aside with force and turned to Yvette, his voice gentle and doting. “If this pendant belongs to you, then you can do whatever she wants with it.”
Yvette smiled triumphantly. "James, you know how much I hate it when people claim my things as theirs. If that’s the case, I’d rather not have it at all."
Before her words had fully settled, the jade pendant was flung out the window.