Clair Jarvis was an artist under Nathan's company. Unlike the other talents marketed for their sweet and innocent images, Clair’s branding exuded the elegance of a bright yet cold young lady. She was unique and the audience loved her for it. Even Nathan, too, had fallen for her.
Despite joining the company just this year, Clair had been showered with opportunities and quickly becoming a top actress. Her meteoric rise was all thanks to Nathan.
Soon, Clair replied to his comment: [Thank you, darling, for the birthday gift. I love it! Here’s a kiss as a reward.]
The accompanying photo showed Clair’s hand adorned with a ring.
A ring. Why, of all things, he gave her a ring? I felt my heart tighten in a painful knot. I looked up at Nathan, who sat across from me. But he didn’t notice that I was looking at him, his face still wearing a smile.
The same affectionate look he once reserved for me now belonged to someone else. I glanced down at his ring, then at the one on my finger. Though similar in design, I could tell right away that the one he wore wasn’t part of the matching set of mine.