After Losing Memory, My Husband Fell in Love With Another Woman
Chapter 2
"The blue diamond at the center of this necklace is absolutely top-tier, the best on the market right now. You're going to adore it. I’ll go fetch Mr. Morgan’s handwritten letter for you right away."
I nodded, waiting quietly as the sales associate went to get them.
"I want that one! It's gorgeous, Jack! I want this necklace!"
That familiar voice came from behind me. I spun around to see Lisa strolling into the boutique, arm-in-arm with Jack. Lisa pointed at my necklace, her eyes glinting with greed.
The sales associate heard their voices and hurried out to explain it was my order.
When she saw Jack, she clearly froze for a moment, "Mr. Morgan?"
She glanced back at me, then, steeling herself, finally said, "This is the tenth-anniversary gift you pre-ordered for Mrs. Morgan..."
Jack’s brows furrowed deeply as he turned in my direction.
The man who, just half an hour ago, claimed to be in a meeting, was now standing in a jewelry store.
A wave of bitter irony washed over me, yet I also felt utterly pathetic.
"Since it's Elena's, Jack, I'll just pick something else."
Though Lisa said she'd give it up, her eyes remained glued to the necklace.
"You really like it?"
Jack stroked her hair, his gaze soft and doting, just like he used to look at me.
"Wrap this one up for Lisa. As for Mrs. Morgan's gift, you all can just find something else."
I stared at Jack in disbelief, subconsciously stepping forward.
Jack immediately shielded Lisa, his protective stance making it seem as if I were about to hurt her.
"How much jewelry do you own already? Do you really have to fight her for this one piece?"
I choked up.
"Jack, don't talk to Elena like that. This was meant for Elena in the first place. Someone like me could never deserve such beautiful jewelry..."Lisa pretended to smooth things over, even as she gestured for the sales associate to box up the necklace.
The sales associate, looking like a huge weight had been lifted off their shoulders, placed the letter on the box too, and handed it to Lisa.
Jack, standing off to the side, wore a dark expression.
"Huh? What's this?"
Lisa picked up the envelope, "This looks like Jack's handwriting?"
The second I saw she was about to open the envelope, I lunged forward and slammed my hand down on it:
"Don't touch my letter!"
Lisa’s brow twitched, her expression instantly hardening as she hissed at me in a low voice:
"Elena, if I tore this letter up right in front of Jack, whose side do you think he'd be on?"
Her voice was so low, only I could hear it.
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