"Oops!" Lillian exclaimed, her grip slipping, and the bracelet fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, Scarlett..."
Before I could respond, Lillian was already in tears.
I remained silent, crouching down to gather the broken shards, my gaze instinctively shifting to Oliver.
His expression was a mix of shock and disbelief, as if he hadn't seen this coming.
Tears fell onto the cold floor as I desperately searched for the remnants of what had once been a cherished keepsake.
My vision blurred through the veil of my tears. The last memento Miranda had left me was now gone.
I felt as if I had become nothing more than her final relic.
The pain in my chest was suffocating, and I looked at Oliver with an empty heart, void of any lingering affection.
"Oliver, we need to get a divorce."
He raised an eyebrow and said, "You're really going to divorce me over a bracelet?
"Is being Mrs. Pettyfer just too comfortable for you?"
Lillian's face turned pale as she stammered, "I'm so sorry, Scarlett! I didn't mean to drop it! How much is the bracelet? I'll pay you back!"
I shot her a cold glance. "This is a keepsake from my mother. You think you can afford it?"