I quietly pulled out my phone to call the police.
Before I could dial, Felicity lunged at me, snatching my phone and smashing it to the ground with force.
"Calling the cops now, are you? You brazen mistress, what gives you the right?"
She then noticed the pendant around my neck, her eyes lighting up.
"That necklace looks pricey. Did you use my husband's money for that too?"
Before I could react, she yanked the necklace from my neck with brutal force.
Startled by her abrupt and violent action, I paled as I shouted, "Give it back!"
Seeing the sudden panic wash over me, Felicity smirked, her eyes glinting with malice. "Getting nervous, are we? That necklace must be worth a pretty penny!"
I felt a surge of desperation. "It's not about the money! It's important to me—just give it back!"
I lunged forward, reaching for the necklace.
This necklace wasn't just any piece of jewelry; it was a talisman my mother had fought tooth and nail to get for me.
I had been often sick when I was a child, bedridden and unconscious at four years old.
Doctors had told my parents to prepare for the worst, but my mother refused to give up hope.
She went to a church, praying fervently for my recovery.