I was leaving tonight, so I went back to the villa to pack. But as I pushed the door open, I saw Nicole, who is usually never home, waiting for me.
"Have you thought it through?"
In the darkness, her voice was cold.
"The brooch... will you let him have it?"
I gripped the brooch over my chest.
Nicole continued, "Charles comes from a poor family. Luxury items are something he’s only started experiencing in the past two years. He doesn’t blame you for taking what’s his; he just wanted your brooch. What’s the matter, aren’t you satisfied?"
She stepped down, looked up, and moved closer to me.
"So, you really want me to cancel our engagement?" Nicole asked, feeling intimidated.
It was her greatest threat, and the one that used to shake me the most.
In the past, I could never swallow my pride. Deep down, I always felt reluctant to accept it.
Even though Charles met her before I did, he never truly loved her. If he had, why would he have married that old lady in the first place?
And why, when he found his name missing from her will, did he divorce her and come searching for Nicole?
Thinking about that, I couldn’t help but laugh.
And so, I asked, "Wouldn’t that be exactly what you want?"