"Fine, fine. You can buy it. Just stop playing the victim. I am not that bad and not short of money. I'm happy to spend it on the wedding. As long as you well-behave, I won't…"
But then, out of nowhere, Chloe burst into tears.
"Mark, everyone's staring at me. Do you think your sister hates me? Is she trying to embarrass me?"
The whispers around us grew louder. Mark was afraid that Chloe would be upset. He glanced my way, but rather than confronting me, he comforted Chloe, protectively guiding her away. I was left standing alone, facing the crowd's judgmental stares.
I looked down at the shattered trinket on the ground. It is such a small thing, yet it costs thousands. Mark certainly wasn't lacking in wealth. He would use it to shower Chloe with gifts, flaunt a grand wedding and boost his image—but spending it on me? That, he would never do. He thought I wasn't worth it and unnecessary.
Years ago, I had loved Mark deeply. A hollow promise or a cheap gift was all it took to make me stay. But now, it wouldn't happen again.
I wiped the blood from my face, feeling nothing and maxed out his credit card.
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