Oliver replied nonchalantly, "Why? Because Lillian likes it. Just let her have it."
He knew exactly what that bracelet meant to me, yet he dismissed it as if it were nothing.
He slowly nudged Lillian to stand up, then glanced at his phone. "Did you call me?
"I don't respond to your texts, which means I don't come home for dinner. After all these years, you still don't get it?"
I ignored his question and extended my hand.
"Give it back."
He frowned, irritation flashing across his face. "Scarlett, can you stop being so petty?
"If you want something more expensive, I'll buy it for you. Why make a scene?"
I maintained a calm exterior, but inside, I was falling apart.
"Oliver, is this really how you want to play it?
"Just because I warned you to be careful around her, you're going to retaliate like this?"
I couldn't comprehend how the man I had loved for seven years had turned into someone so callous.
Sensing the tension, Lillian put on a faux-innocent expression.
"I'm sorry, Scarlett. I'll return it right away.
"It's my fault! I'll give the bracelet back. Please don't fight with Mr. Pettyfer!"
I caught a flicker of malice in her eyes, and by the time I realized it, it was too late.