In her past life, when faced with Nathan’s bias, Isabella had once bitterly confronted him about it. “I’m your wife! I also love this *Heart Lock*, but without hesitation, you gave it to my sister instead. Husband, do you even love me?”
And what was his response?
He simply didn’t understand her pain. He lightly said, “If your sister wants it, let her have it. If you like jewelry, I’ll buy you something else.”
The next day, he bought her a cheap *Heart Lock* worth only a few thousand.
Isabella shut her eyes. The memories of her past life still felt like a blade cutting through her heart.
The pain of being looked down upon by the one she loved—she could never get used to it.
If it were something else, Isabella could have let it go.
But this *Heart Lock* was the only clue to her d
