When I returned to the villa, there was already a suitcase sitting in the entryway—hers.
I pretended not to notice and went straight to my mom’s old room.
I wanted to look through her belongings. But the moment I stepped in, I realized the amethyst necklace from her bedside table was missing.
That necklace had been a gift from my dad, a symbol of their love. Mom had worn it until the day she died. It meant everything to her.
I looked for the personal assistant. He hesitated before reporting, “This afternoon, only Ma’am Anya went into that room. She said she wanted to look at Ma’am Georgia’s things… for artistic inspiration.”
Before he could finish, I was already heading for the living room.
There she was, sitting gracefully on the couch, her fingers stroking the amethyst necklace now resting against her neck. She smiled brightly. “Erving, this necklace is beautiful. It suits me perfectly.”
“Give it back to me!” I shouted, rushing over and reaching for it.
But Erving moved fast, shoving me away before I could lay a finger on that woman.
The impact made me stumble and crash into the coffee table, pain shooting through my elbow.