After dinner at the Miller mansion, Stina and Lucas stepped out into the crisp night air, the faint hum of the city lingering in the background.
In the car, the silence between them was thick with unspoken tension.
"You should keep this. It’s too valuable for someone like me," Stina said, her voice soft but firm. She glanced at Lucas, who had been silent the entire ride, and carefully removed the bracelet, holding it out to him. She knew her worth, or lack thereof, and this piece felt far beyond her reach.
Lucas, who had been resting with his eyes closed after a few drinks, opened them at her voice. His gaze met hers briefly. "It’s yours. Keep it," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Alright, I’ll hold onto it for now. Don’t worry, I’ll return it to you when we divorce in
