How Can Love Be CompromisedChapter 1
That morning, while shopping with my best friend, we unexpectedly ran into Harvey Collins, cool and ever-composed, at the Chanel counter.
He was buying the haute couture dress I had painstakingly ordered weeks ago.
By evening, that same dress made its debut on Harvey's female secretary.
I chose not to make a scene, merely smiling with a playful air.
After all, I could single handedly buy out every Chanel store in the city if I wished. I had no need for him to buy me anything, not even once.
That night, my best friend, ever loyal, drafted a divorce agreement for me.
I had wealth, beauty and charm, the last thing I needed was a man.
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At the company’s annual gala, I held a glass of red wine, laughing effortlessly as I mingled with the CEOs of the group's branches, radiating confidence and elegance.
As the music started, the dance floor gradually became lively.
Harvey arrived late with his female secretary.
I saw with my own eyes that he was helping Stephanie Dalton adjust the position of her beautiful breasts at the door.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, his eyes were full of doting and he was very satisfied with his work.