However, it was a famous designer's unique work, the price had risen to a very high level.
But in my heart, it was priceless.
It represented my love for Charles.
It was also my entire youth and dream.
But now, Charles was going to share the necklace with another woman.
I held back my emotions that were on the verge of breaking down.
"If you really think the necklace can be shared with another women, then come and get it tomorrow. I'm tired today."
"I'll go get it tonight. I'm afraid it'll be too late tomorrow."
Charles hung up the phone in a hurry when I lose my thought.
Just a second ago, I had fantasized that he was anxious to find me because he was worried about me.
I'm so cheap.
Tears streamed down my face.
The phone I had just bought also fell to the ground in a daze.
With a crisp sound, the screen shattered.
Just like our broken love.
I lay prone on the sofa and burst into tears.
For my youth, for the so-called love I didn't deserve in the past eight years.
I cried so hard that I fell asleep unconsciously.
It was not until I was woken up by the sound of rummaging in the bedroom.
I struggled to get up and walked into the bedroom.
Charles paused for a moment when he was looking for something.