Instead, I started to prioritize my own needs, sending him lists of what I needed so he could make purchases.
A few days ago, Christine invited me out to dinner and asked me with a mysterious tone, "Ginny, have you had some good news recently?"
Confused, I listened as she elaborated, "About you and Jack."
"He ordered a diamond necklace worth over a hundred thousand from my store—it's quite extravagant."
"Even I'm envious."
Knowing that her family owns a jewelry store, I trusted her words.
As she spoke, hope began to stir once again in the still waters of my heart.
The more Christine described, the more excited I became.
But on Valentine's Day, my expectations were shattered.
Instead of the specially ordered diamond necklace, I received only a hastily bought bouquet of roses.
The custom-made diamond necklace was on his secretary's neck.
My feelings, built over more than two decades, seemed trivial compared to his bond with a woman he had known for just a year.
Reflecting on this, I scoffed at myself cynically.
After Jack left, I collapsed onto the sofa, utterly spent.
I covered my eyes with my hand, struggling to hold back tears.