Go to the mall to swipe your card, but you're recognized as a mistress
Chapter 1
On our tenth wedding anniversary, I flew back from abroad, planning a surprise for my husband, Ryan Sterling.
As I used my black card to retrieve a piece of jewelry, the sales associate, who had been overly enthusiastic moments before, suddenly stiffened.
“Is this *your* black card?”
I frowned, confused and irritated by her sudden change in attitude.
What concern was that of a sales associate like her, whether it was my black card or not?
Even though the primary card was with my husband, using a supplementary card shouldn’t warrant such blatant contempt from a clerk.
“Of course, it’s mine. What’s there to doubt?” I snapped impatiently, urging her to continue.
Tiffany gave me a swift once-over, then retrieved the jewelry.
“You’re Mr. Sterling’s mistress, aren’t you? I’m warning you, get lost! How dare someone like you even associate with Mr. Sterling?”
“I don’t even get a chance to be near him, so who do you think you are?!”
When she handed it to me, she deliberately let go just as I reached for it, sending the exquisite piece crashing to the floor.
I stood there, stunned, unable to react.
But Tiffany had already pulled the mall’s alarm.
“This woman deliberately damaged a million-dollar piece of jewelry! Arrest her!”