Christy sent me the jewelry catalog for tonight's auction, flaunting the world’s top yellow diamond necklace, the final item on the list. She was determined to claim it.
However, my attention was drawn to a piece by a new designer—a subtle and elegant brooch that perfectly suited my aunt’s daily style.
I decided to pick it up as a gift for her.
My aunt is the closest family I have. When my parents passed away during my childhood, she took care of me. Later, she moved to New Zealand to build a new life and wanted me to join her.
But at the time, I was deeply in love with Patrick. She couldn’t convince me otherwise, so she let me stay in England.
How ironic that so-called “true love” proved so fleeting.
In just seven years, Patrick had shifted his affections to someone else.
When I arrived at the auction, the prime seats up front were almost entirely occupied.
I chose a spot in the last row, intending to leave once the auction concluded.
Patrick and Christy were seated in the middle, leaning close and laughing together.
Every so often, Christy glanced back, and when her gaze landed on me, her lips curled into a triumphant smirk.