I headed to a luxury resale shop to sell the diamond ring Cody had given me during our engagement.
“Miss, when you bought this diamond ring, it might have been valued around 20,000 dollars, but synthetic diamonds don’t hold their value. And since you’re asking for cash, our offer can only be 6,000 dollars,” the clerk explained sympathetically.
‘Only $20,000?’ I thought bitterly.
To guys like Cody, that was less than what they’d spend on a gaming setup. It hit me hard—I was only worth that much to him.
Maybe my heart had grown numb from all the pain, but I felt powerless to argue. “I’ll take the 6,000 dollars,” I said quietly.
With the money in hand, I hurried back to the hospital to settle the bill.
“We’ve received your payment, so we’ll schedule the surgery for your mom in two days,” a doctor informed me.
“Why can’t we do it sooner?” I asked urgently.
“Dr. Joshua Jordan is the only specialist in the US who can perform this surgery. Unfortunately, his family has had some recent issues and he may not be available. We’re exploring options to bring in doctors from abroad,” the doctor explained.
Dr. Joshua Jordan? That’s my biological brother Joshua! I realized suddenly.