I lowered my eyes and answered softly, “Alright.”
My father had already fallen from power, the company was in crisis, and my greatest support was gone.
Fabian no longer needed to be courteous to me.
Before evening, I moved into the most remote guest room.
After that, I gathered all the jewelry and handbags Fabian had given me over the years and went to a luxury resale store.
I used to shop there often.
So the moment Riley saw me, she smiled and led me straight into the VIP room.
I placed the items on the table one by one.
The first thing that caught the eye was the engagement ring.
That year, Fabian’s company was on the brink of bankruptcy. He had spent almost all his savings to buy me this diamond ring, not particularly large, but once precious.
The second item was a Cartier bracelet Fabian gave me after his company went public.
The third was a Tiffany necklace he bought to apologize after a drunken outburst.
Back then, I loved wearing that necklace to see Fabian.
The crystal pendant shimmered in the sunlight. Fabian would smile, pull me into his arms, and say I was lively and adorable, different from those reserved girls.
Riley widened her eyes and hesitated before asking, “These were all gifts from President Shen a few years ago. Are you sure you want to sell them?”
“Yes.”
She carefully inspected everything and finally gave me a price.
I nodded in agreement.
After receiving the transfer, I turned and left.
Outside, it was lively and bustling.
I heard Fabian’s indulgent voice nearby. “Do you like this necklace?”
Thalia answered shyly, “I do.”
Fabian did not hesitate and swiped his card to buy it.
As he paid, Fabian looked up and saw me, a trace of surprise flickering through his gaze.
His eyes fell on my empty finger.
The ring I never took off was gone.
Fabian set down the card, reached out, grabbed my hand, and stared at me. “Yvette, where is your ring?”
I turned my face away, avoiding his gaze. “I am not wearing it.”
Fabian’s expression darkened instantly. His grip tightened, the pain making me frown.
Thalia quickly held his wrist and called softly, “Fabian.”
Only then did Fabian seem to come back to himself. He loosened his hand, then smiled at Thalia with a hint of distraction. “I lost my composure just now.”
Under the strange looks of the people around us, I left alone.
Six days before I was to leave the Fabian family.
I was in my room organizing documents by myself.
My mother in law sent someone to summon me, saying she wanted me to move out of the Fabian family as soon as possible.
I used the excuse that I still had matters to handle and declined politely.
Her expression changed at once. In front of the servants, she scolded me sharply.
“Married for three years and not a single sign of pregnancy. Am I not allowed to let my son find someone else?”
I lowered my head and replied calmly, “Of course you can. You only need your son to agree to divorce me first.”
Fabian marrying his first love had nothing to do with me.
After all, the divorce agreement had been signed long ago.
All that remained was to collect the divorce certificate.
I had no interest in arguing further and brushed off the conversation.
On my way back to the room, I saw Fabian again.
He was wearing a white shirt, tall and straight, accompanying Thalia for afternoon tea on the terrace.
Thalia wore the newly bought diamond necklace, smiling as she poured coffee for Fabian.
As she bent down, the necklace reflected dazzling light under the sun.
Hot coffee was poured into fine bone china cups. Their gazes intertwined through the rising steam.
Fabian always said he was busy with work.
He had never once done something like this with me.
