ALEXANDER'S POV
My eyes widened in shock as I kept staring at the screen; I tightened my grip on Trisha’s phone so badly that my knuckles turned white.
It wasn’t the picture of me and Rubby as I wished, it was something worse, something completely out of the box.
It was Mirabelle, with another man. Whoever the man was had his arms wrapped around her and their lips were pressed together.
But that wasn’t what made my stomach churn. That wasn't my headache at all; Mirabelle was free to do whatever she chose; she was no longer mine.
What shook me to my bone marrow was the earrings she wore. A distinctive, customized heirloom. Pure gold, one that belonged to my mother.
The same earring she had been searching for for months.
What! I exclaimed, how the hell did Mirabelle get it?
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