Amber’s eyes lit up as she stepped forward, her cruel smile growing. She pulled out a limited-edition handbag, the fine stitching and craftsmanship unmistakable. She held it up for everyone to see.
“Elliana,” she sneered, “a woman like you owning something this exclusive? You’re a joke!”
I met her gaze without flinching. “Those items are worth more than you could ever imagine,” I said, calm despite everything. “You don’t know what you’re messing with.”
Amber laughed bitterly. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” With that, she tossed the bag to the ground and stomped on it, grinding her heel into the delicate leather.
She grabbed another item—a pair of limited-edition heels—and waved them in the air. “These? From Darren, right?” she demanded. “You think you can take what’s mine?”
Before I could even respond, she threw the shoes to the ground and smashed them with a nearby rock.
“Everything in here probably came from my fiancé,” Amber spat. “And since it’s technically mine, I have every right to destroy it. I absolutely HATE mistresses!”