If I hadn't been there to witness him passionately kissing that woman until they were almost out of breath, I might have believed it.
Wiping away my tears, I replied with two words: "So romantic."
Your love spans mountains and oceans, a cross-border romance.
Back in the private room, I pulled my best friend along. She was confused, so I asked her, "Didn't you say you wanted to get rich? I'm here to help you with that."
We quickly contacted a second-hand luxury goods company. I sold all my luxury bags, jewelry and the clothes and shoes filling my wardrobe at a heavily discounted price. Even the sofa, bed and kitchenware I had personally chosen were moved to my friend's place by a moving company.
"It's all yours. Use what you can and throw away what you can't. I won't leave a single thing I earned over three years for anyone else."
Before dawn, half of the villa was emptied. I received a check for four million, which was the price I paid for being in a gilded cage for three years. It was the exact same amount Michael spent proposing to his beloved, how cheap.
My best friend looked at the drastically changed villa in disbelief. "What's the difference from a bare shell?"
What a good idea.