Heat rushed through me—anger, disbelief, grief blending into something nearly uncontrollable.
I stared at the silk scarf in her hand.
My mother's scarf.
Her final design before she passed away.
Someone had once offered fifty million for the design rights, and I still refused.
I always treated that scarf like a priceless treasure, placing it in the safest, most precious spot in my dressing room.
It was the last thing I had of her.
Whenever I missed her, I would hold it close and inhale the faint scent that reminded me of her.
My hands shook violently as I snatched the scarf away from Stella.
My eyes stung as I glared at her.
"This belonged to my mother. Why do you have it?!"
She flinched, startled. Confusion spread across her face.
"Gerald bought it for me. He said he paid twenty million for it."
Then her gaze suddenly shifted behind me. Her face twisted with rage.
"Gerald! You are going to explain this Right now!"
The private room was filled with tension.
When Gerald walked in and saw the two marriage certificates on the table, he didn't spare me a single look.
Instead, he immediately pulled Stella into his arms, trying to calm her.
"I'm sorry, wife. I... I lost my mind for a moment."
Wife.