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After My Fiancé Gifted My Watch to His Mistress

When my fiancé gifts my cherished watch to his mistress, our relationship shatters. This betrayal uncovers a web of lies and hidden motives. As I confront the man I once loved, I realize our engagement was merely a facade for a deeper, darker scheme. Caught in a dangerous game of deception, I must untangle the truth behind his infidelity. Every discovery reveals a new threat, turning my heartbreak into a fight for survival and justice.
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Chapter 2

I stood in our bedroom, the familiar creak of the floorboard under my foot sounding like a death knell. My hands trembled as I folded my last sweater into the duffel bag, each movement deliberate and final.

"You're really doing this?" Ryan's voice drifted from the doorway, casual and dismissive.

I didn't look up. "Yes."

The bedspread still held the indentation of where he'd slept—if he'd come home at all last night. The thought made my stomach clench.

"Evelyn." His tone carried that patronizing edge I'd grown to hate. "Be reasonable. Where would you even go?"

I zipped the bag closed with finality. "I don't know. But I can't stay here anymore."

Ryan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. The streetlight from outside cast shadows across his face, highlighting the smirk that had become so familiar lately.

"You won't last a week without me," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You have no ambition, Evelyn. No drive. You're comfortable here because I provide for you."

The words hit like physical blows, but I refused to flinch. "I work two jobs, Ryan."

"To pay for your little hobbies," he scoffed. "Not to build anything real. I'm the one with the future. I'm the one who's going places."

I moved past him toward the living room, my bag heavy on my shoulder. "Give me back the ring."

"The ring?" He followed me, confusion briefly crossing his features before understanding dawned. "The one you bought me?"

"Yes. The one I saved up for three months to buy."

Ryan's laugh was sharp and cutting. "Consider it reimbursement."

"Reimbursement for what?" I whirled to face him.

"For tolerating your moodiness. Your clinginess. Your constant need for validation." He straightened his tie, adjusting his cuffs with practiced precision. "I've been carrying dead weight, Evelyn. Don't make it worse by being dramatic."

I stared at him, this stranger wearing the face of the boy I'd loved. "You used to think I was enough."

"That was before I knew what was out there." His eyes flickered toward the door, as if imagining Ashley waiting just beyond.

I placed the apartment key on the counter. The metal made a dull thud against the granite surface.

"I hope she's worth it," I whispered.

"She already is," he replied without hesitation.

I walked out into the Seattle rain, letting it wash away the tears I refused to shed in front of him.

---

Two days later, I returned to the apartment during Ryan's work hours. I needed my grandmother's locket, the last piece of her I had left. Ryan had texted me a curt message: "Come get your things. Don't make a scene."

The door was unlocked when I arrived. Strange. Ryan was always paranoid about security.

"Hello?" I called out, stepping into the foyer.

The apartment looked like a tornado had hit it. Drawers hung open, papers scattered across the floor, cushions askew on the sofa. My heart raced as I moved through the chaos, calling out again.

"Ryan? Is anyone here?"

The bedroom was worse. My clothes had been dumped from the closet, shoes strewn across the floor. It looked like...

"Like someone was looking for something," I murmured to myself.

I spotted my tote bag on the dresser, the one I'd left behind in my haste to leave. Relief flooded through me as I reached for it—my locket must still be inside.

The front door burst open.

"There she is!" Ashley's voice rang out, filled with false concern. "I was just dropping off some files for Ryan when I saw the door open and... oh my God, is she stealing his things?"

Two security guards flanked her, their expressions grim as they took in the scene.

"I'm not stealing anything," I said, clutching my tote to my chest. "This is my apartment—was my apartment. I just came for my belongings."

Ashley's eyes widened with manufactured shock. "Ryan mentioned you might try something like this. He said you've been acting unstable since he ended things."

"Ended things?" I repeated numbly. "He didn't end anything. I left."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Ashley said with a pitying smile. Then her expression hardened. "But stealing his valuables crosses a line."

"I'm not stealing anything!"

One of the security guards stepped forward. "Ma'am, we need you to put down the bag."

"This is my bag," I protested, clutching it tighter.

"Then you won't mind if we check it," Ashley said smoothly, reaching for the tote.

As she pulled it from my grasp, something metallic clattered to the floor. A diamond bracelet I'd never seen before tumbled across the hardwood, catching the light.

"Oh my God," Ashley gasped, picking it up with trembling fingers. "This is Ryan's mother's bracelet. The one he was saving for his wedding day."

My blood ran cold as I stared at the glittering piece of jewelry—a bracelet I'd never seen before in my life.

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