Elowen's POV
The transaction moved at an astonishing speed. By pricing the pristine, fully-furnished West District penthouse slightly below market value, a cash buyer finalized the purchase within forty-eight hours.
Seven. Point. Five. Million.
The notification from my bank account flashed on my phone screen—a clean, eight-figure sum settled in full, including the proceeds from consigning Julian's Tiffany diamond bracelet.
Looking at the numbers, I felt no guilt whatsoever. Julian owed me seven years of emotional negligence, betrayal, and unpaid devotion; consider this a very minor installment on his debt.
To celebrate my financial liberation, I invited my closest friend, Jade, out for a lavish dinner at an upscale seafood bistro in the city center.
When Jade walked into the private
