apter 3
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They were pressed against each other, looking disgustingly trimas.
Seeing me enter. Take snorted and deliberately ribbled on ivy’s ear, making her playfully stap his chest in fake embarrasmeto
As if that wasn’t enough, he grabbed Ivy by the waist and started making out with her like nobody los was in the room.
When they finally ended. Ivy shot me a challenging look, her face flushed as she pretended to be shy. Stop it, everyone’s watching in
The professionally trained store employees kept their eyes down, every single one of them staring at the floor.
I just pressed my lips together, feeling physically sick.
Jake raised an eyebrow at me, misinterpreting my expression, and narrowed his eyes smugly.
“Since you know you were wrong, get over here and apologize to Ivy. On your knees.”
He was cut off by Ivy’s excited squeal.
Jake, baby, this ring is gorgeous! I love it so much.”
“Quick, let me try it on!” she demanded.
The store employee shook her head apologetically. “I’m sorry, but this ring belongs to Miss Luna. It’s a custom–made, one of a kind limited edition. I can’t let you try it on.”
The employee carefully placed the ring on my finger.
Ivy stared at my hand with an intensity that was almost scary, her eyes glittering with envy and greed.
Suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears. “Miss Luna, you know Jake and I are getting married next week. Are you trying to humiliate me with this wedding ring?”
Wedding next week?
But Jake knew perfectly well that next week was my birthday gala, where my father would host my wedding ceremony with my arranged match.
The heir of the richest family getting married would be the biggest event in Boston.
I looked up at Jake. He avoided my eyes, muttering awkwardly, “Just hide somewhere that day. I’ll tell the wedding planners to change it to a traditional ceremony with Ivy as the bride. After it’s over, I’ll spend a couple extra days with you. You should be grateful.”
He looked like he thought he was making some huge sacrifice, which made me laugh.
In all my life, I’d never seen someone with this level of shamelessness.
It wasn’t enough that a housekeeper’s daughter was stealing my identity as the richest heiress to have a glamorous wedding–now they wanted the actual bride, to hide in the gutter like a rat?
Thankfully, I’d cut my losses in time and already changed a new groom.
Seeing my silence, Jake assumed he had me under control again. “You won’t be needing that ring anyway. Take it off and give it to lvy.”
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No! I laughed coldly Jake, where ale you get the confidence fliat I would ever marry your
Jake froze for a second, then acted like he’d heard a hilarious joke. “Do you even hear yourself? Besides me, why would in their right Man – shameless desperate dog who follows men around begging for artemion?”
Before I could respond, he roughly yanked the ring off my finger and put it on Ivy’s.
Unfortunately for her, the ring was too small. Ivy struggled to force it on, then started crying with red eyes. “Miss Luna, if you didn’t wait to give it to me, you could have just said so. Why deliberately hurt ine like this?”
Jake angrily grabbed the ring and threw it in the toilet, flushing five times.
He came out hugging the heartbroken Ivy as they left, making sure to throw one last disappointed jab at me: “If Ivy can’t wear it, a vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve to either.”
