I remembered how he held me close, weeping, promising he would find a way to buy it back.
"You have to wait for me. I'll give you the life you want," Oliver had said.
And I believed him.
Now, I was left with shattered pieces of the bracelet and the sting of his disdain.
I couldn't help but laugh at my own naivety.
I didn't know what Lillian had whispered in his ear, but I could guess it was something that hit too close to home.
For me, that bracelet was a symbol of Miranda's love. For Oliver, it was a constant reminder that he had risen from nothing thanks to my sacrifice.
His pride wouldn't allow him to accept that.
It was ironic, really.
Oliver thought relying on a woman's money was shameful, yet here we were.
But I was beyond caring now.
I touched the bag that held the remnants of the bracelet and quickly reached out to a skilled craftsman, asking if there was any chance of repair.
After examining it for a while, he confirmed it could be fixed but warned that it might never look the same again.
"If it holds special meaning for you, I'd recommend leaving it as is," he said gently, clearly concerned about my feelings.