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In a daze, I felt something cool slip onto the ring finger of my left hand.
I struggled to open my eyes, trying to understand what was happening. Still, the diamond on my finger nearly blinded me.
“This diamond,” Norman murmured, his voice low and steady, “was personally mined by me from the largest mine in South Africa, and I personally cut it.”
“When I had it made into a ring, I engraved your name on the back.”
“It like me, was born to belong to you.”
I had never known Norman could speak such sweet words. It felt as though he was trying to melt me with them. Without thinking, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, taking a photo of our hands intertwined. The sparkle of the diamond contrasted against the warmth of our connection.
I posted it to my social media, and in no time, the notifications flooded in, the comments pouring like a wave. Most of the comments came from friends I had once shared with Mathias.
[What’s going on? Is Irene announcing something with someone?]
[This diamond ring is almost blinding!]
Rejected and bandoned Until the Right Man Found Ma
[Lol, Mathias has been losing it lately, throwing tantrums at work every day. I just had a huge fight with Nathalia and even ended up at the police station. Still in mediation.]
[Wait, hold on, Wasn’t Mathias always treating Nathalia like she was his queen?]
[They say Nathalia swiped money from the company account and bribed Mathias’s bodyguards to cause a huge scene. Apparently, there’s a video with dangerous drugs involved… It’s a complete mess.]
[Forget about Mathias I have a theory. The other hand in the photo… Could it be the man from the video?]
I quickly liked the comment, my heart fluttering.
The next morning, I woke up to a flurry of missed calls
Most were from numbers I didn’t recognize, but a few came from old friends.
Before I could even glance at my phone, a large hand scooped me up.
I was spun around, and before I knew it, I found myself sitting on Norman’s lap.
“What are you looking at?”
His voice, heavy with desire, slid into my ears, vibrating through every part of me, making me tremble in response.
“Nothing, nothing
“If my wife can still be distracted in bed,” he murmured, his words like fire, “then it means I’m not doing enough as her husband.”
“Ah!”
My voice faltered, swallowed by the thick, sensual air between us.
I
When I finally woke again, Norman had left for work as usual.
I gazed out the window, the sunlight pouring in, and a sudden thought hit me, I had never given Norman anything in return.
Now, as a little wealthier woman with a net worth of 30 billion, surely buying my husband a new wedding gift wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?
Eagerly, I made my way to the mall, bringing three bodyguards to help with the shopping bags.
However, I soon realized I had vastly underestimated my shopping power.
It seemed that when a person was in a good mood, it truly showed in their desire to shop.
Each bodyguard struggled under the weight of the dozens of bags, quickly falling behind.
I had planned to stop and wait for them, but before I could, a strong hand pulled me into a nearby changing
room
The light flickered, plunging the space into near darkness. I gasped in surprise, my heart pounding in my che
But before the scream could fully escape, a warm hand pressed over my mouth.
His arms wrapped around me, tightening like vines, trapping me in an intense, breathless embrace.
Without warning, a desperate kiss slammed against my lips as if trying to claim me entirely.
In a surge of anger, I raised my knee and pushed it toward him.
“Mm…
“Mathias!”
Two voices collided in the narrow, dim room, their echoes bouncing off the walls.
“Mathias, what on earth are you doing?”
The door clicked shut, locking us inside.
