“This looks exactly like the cheap junk they sell at the market! And you’re treating it like some kind of treasure? Clearly, you’ve never seen anything real in your life!
“You’ve already wasted so much of my son’s money – what difference does it make if I smash this too?”
With that, she hurled the tray to the ground. I stood there, watching in horror as the precious jewelry shattered into pieces right before my eyes.
Tears streamed down my face.
My parents had spent most of their time abroad, and it was my grandmother who raised me. After she passed, this set of jewelry was all I had left to remember her by.
I had always imagined passing it down as a family heirloom to my future children with Harper.
But now, it was gone – destroyed in the most absurd way possible.
I knelt down, gathering the fragments in my hands, sobbing like a child.
Was this my late grandmother’s way of punishing me for being so blind in love?
The more devastated I was, the more excited the crowd became. They gleefully pointed their cameras at me, hurling insults and jeers:
“Look at her! Crying like a little tramp!”