She watched him glance at his screen, then slip the phone back into his pocket without a word. He made no move to stop his mistress.
Molly inhaled slowly and typed again: This brooch means everything to me.
The message went through. Miles didn't look at his phone again.
Her hope crumbled with each passing second.
They had been married for three years. One week after signing the marriage certificate, he'd left for overseas. He came back a handful of times each year, and she was always the last to know.
Like today. If she hadn't stumbled upon him here, she would have assumed he was still abroad.
A husband who couldn't be bothered to acknowledge her existence—and she'd actually hoped he would help her?
She laughed bitterly at herself, then switched contacts and sent another message.
Moments later, Miles stood and stepped away to take a call. When he returned, his gaze cut toward her like a blade.
Molly ignored it. The brooch had belonged to her father. She'd had no choice but to call her mother-in-law and ask her to intervene—to pressure Miles into letting her have it.
But things didn't go as planned.
The moment Miles sat back down, his mistress called out a new bid: twenty million dollars.