Sasha had seen countless treasures growing up, but that light, inexpensive silver ring was her favorite gift she had ever received—simply because it was from Juno.
But now, Juno was dotingly telling Quinn, “So what if it’s expensive? Just wear it without worry. I’ll keep you safe. Quinn, you deserve the best!”
Sasha bit her lip, a sharp pain piercing her heart.
Her parents used to say, “Love follows where the money goes,” and she had dismissed it as shallow. Now, she finally understood. Juno thought the same.
He didn’t love her. That’s why he believed she wasn’t worthy of nice things and gave all the best to Quinn.
Sasha didn’t want to watch any longer. She turned to leave, only to see a man holding a glass of wine stumbling toward her.
Even though she had dodged in time, the man seemed to do it on purpose, spilling a full glass of red wine onto her chest.
The fabric of her dress was very thin and when it got wet, it clung to her body, revealing her curves and faintly showing some skin.
Sasha only staggered back a little, not making a big movement, but the hem of the dress she was wearing suddenly split open.
Her white thighs, along with her underwear, were exposed.