Her finger scrolled down and down—she couldn't even finish flipping through the endless wedding albums.
She glanced at me, smiling faintly. "By the way, why are there no photos of you and Oliver in this house? Did you hide them somewhere?"
Right then, Oliver entered and directed the servants to mount the new frame.
Only afterward did he speak.
"Czarina will be staying here until she gives birth. For her health, we'll arrange the house according to her needs."
"So put our photos away. If she has another episode and hurts herself after seeing them, it'll be on you."
"We don't have photos anymore."
I said it beneath Czarina's triumphant gaze.
Oliver had forgotten—forgotten that he was the one who burned our wedding albums himself during one of my desperate breakdowns.
I once mourned it at midnight...
We had been just one photo away from completing the album.
He parted his lips, about to speak, but before he could—Czarina grabbed my wrist. Her nails dug into my skin.
She gently traced the jade bracelet on my arm, eyes glowing with envy.
"Mom treated you well... She even gave you the family heirloom."
The moment Czarina said those words, I instinctively removed the jade bracelet and handed it to her.