Go to the mall to swipe your card, but you're recognized as a mistress

Chapter 1

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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!”