Chapter 4

That weekend evening, Brittany posted a new update.

The caption read: Someone who loves you would never let you suffer.

The picture showed a man's back as he busied himself in the kitchen.

That back was my fiancé's!

Watching my colleagues like the post, I let out a self-deprecating laugh.

The next day around noon, led by Brittany, we entered the gated community.

Noticing I was distracted, Sarah teased,

"The environment here really is upscale! Brittany, you're so capable, you've opened our eyes."

Brittany became even more smug.

Following Brittany's lead, a crowd of people streamed into the villa.

Even though this was my dad's wedding gift to me, Justin was in charge of the renovation.

I never thought that the first person to bring me to my villa wouldn't be Justin.

Brittany proudly showed off the crystal chandelier to our colleagues.

As dazzling as the chandelier was the diamond ring on Brittany's hand.

The pigeon-sized diamond on the ring drew continuous praise from my colleagues.

That was my wedding ring, which I had bought with my own money because I felt bad for Justin.

To save Justin's pride, I had deliberately given it to him to hold, planning for him to use it to propose when my dad came to visit.

Brittany always pretended to casually fiddle with the diamond ring in front of me.

"This diamond is just too heavy. It's inconvenient to wear at work every day. Don't you think so, Chloe?"

Just as I was about to explode, I noticed an inconspicuous ceramic doll in the corner.

It was the ceramic doll my late mother and I had made together at a pottery studio before she died of cancer. It was her last memento to me.

Following my dazed gaze, Brittany also looked over, a trace of impatience flashing in her eyes.

"That cleaner really needs to go. Why hasn't she thrown out this old doll yet? I've told her several times that it doesn't match the decor here at all."

As Brittany spoke, she tossed the ceramic doll into the trash can. The sound of it shattering startled me.

"No!"

The colleagues present were startled by my panicked cry. Brittany's mocking laughter broke the silence.

"Chloe, your taste is really bad. Could it be that out of this entire villa, you only fancy this old, broken doll?"

For a moment, the villa was filled with a chorus of sneering laughter.

My lawyer's call brought me back to reality.

"Ms. Chloe, I've prepared the documents for the villa's property proof. We have ample evidence to help you reclaim it..."

I coldly watched Brittany as she continued to show off to our colleagues. Before the lawyer could finish, I interrupted him.

"Mr. Smith, just taking back the villa is too easy on them. I have a new idea."

The lawyer paused, then cautiously asked, "What's your plan now, Ms. Chloe?"

The corners of my mouth curled upwards, revealing a cunning smile.

"Marry Justin."