Chapter 4
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The necklace was never found.
Every jewelry repair shop told me the same thing. No one had ever brought in a sapphire necklace.
I immediately filed a police report, but without any concrete evidence, the case went nowhere.
When I walked out of the police station, Richard handed me a jewelry box.
"It's just a necklace. The Hayes family can buy you ten even more expensive ones."
Lydia stood beside him, unable to hide the jealousy in her eyes.
I accepted the jewelry box. Then, right in front of them, I tossed it into the nearest trash can.
"Sharon, you...!" Richard's face darkened.
Keeping his voice low, he snapped, "She already apologized. What are you still throwing a fit over?"
"My place isn't a recycling center," I replied coldly. "Take your trash somewhere else."
Then I turned and walked away.
In three days, the divorce would become official. After that, Richard and I would owe each other nothing. There'd be no reason for our lives to cross again.
The next morning, my phone lit up beside the bed. It was a reminder from the bridal boutique about today's fitting.
The wedding was only three days away. There wasn't any time left to put it off.
After getting ready, I headed downstairs. Richard had Lydia pinned against the couch, kissing her.
When Richard noticed me, an awkward expression flashed across his face.
"Why are you up so early?"
I looked away. "I have somewhere to be."
I didn't expect him to chase after me. A few steps outside the house, he caught my wrist. His grip was surprisingly tight.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
I looked at him in confusion.
Richard's expression darkened. "Weren't you madly in love with me? You'd rather slit your wrists or jump off a building than divorce me. Now you see me with Lydia, and you don't even react. What's your game this time?"
My game?
There wasn't one. I simply didn't love him anymore.
I thought it. Then I said it out loud.
Richard let out a mocking laugh. "I don't buy it. Just a few days ago, you almost slit your wrists to stop the divorce. When I first 'lost my memory,' I said I wanted some soup, and you ran miles just to buy it for me. And now you're telling me you're over me? Sharon, are you seriously trying to play hard to get?"
I didn't argue. Instead, I nodded.
"You're right. I did love you."
Richard froze. He clearly hadn't expected me to admit it so easily.
"But that was before."
Looking straight into his eyes, I spoke each word slowly, "Richard, I don't love you anymore."
A flicker of panic crossed his face. Instinctively, he reached toward me.
Before he could touch me, Lydia hurried over and threw herself into his arms.
"Sharon, are you still angry with me?" she asked pitifully. "If you want to yell at someone, you can yell at me. Don't blame Richard. He only forgot because of the accident."
Richard immediately relaxed. Looking at me, he said coldly, "Even if you're upset, don't pull childish stunts like this. All it does is make you look unreasonable."
I nodded. "I'm in a hurry. Move."
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