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But today,I also opened Nathan’s social media.
Comparing the two,my heart was repeatedly lashed with pain.
Last month,Emily gave me a Hermès belt—turns out,it was a side purchase while shopping with Nathan in France.
For my last birthday,she bought me a painting by an artist I admired.
Meanwhile,she spent millions buying Nathan a private gallery,launching him as a celebrated new painter.
Five years ago,Nathan posted a kidney failure diagnosis.
On that very same day, Emily proposed to me with a bouquet of flowers.
I’d always wondered why she, who had always been so distant, suddenly changed her mind.
Her eyes sincere,she said she’d promised my late parents to care for me forever.
Blinded by years of unrequited love,I believed her completely.
Her“care”was nothing more than stealing my kidney and costing me my arm.
Even her kindness these years was like tonight’s soup—leftovers from her lavish dinners and fireworks with Nathan.
Though she claimed to love him deeply, she only showed me scant affection, calling it a form of compensation.
If my parents' spirits were looking down on us, they'd be turning in their graves.
Back in the bedroom,Emily was asleep on the bed.
As I gazed at her beautiful profile, my mind raced, and I lay awake all night.
The next morning,Emily came downstairs in a tailored suit.I was already eating breakfast.
Seeing her diamond necklace,the housekeeper teased,“Mrs.Watson’s got Mr.Miller putting on her necklace again.Married five years,and they’re still like newlyweds!”
Emily smiled,waiting for me to stand as usual.
I stayed seated,not sparing her a glance.
She noticed the spilled soup in the trash,frowned,but said gently,“No appetite?Or feeling unwell?”
I replied flatly,“I’m fine.”
“You’ve been busy with client dinners,right?Go to the company.Don’t worry about me.”
Emily laughed,patting my arm.“Have I been neglecting you?Is my husband mad?”
I dodged her touch.
Sometimes, I couldn't help but marvel at how flawlessly she had played the role of a loving wife to Nathan for five years.
Such dedication.
“Darling,once I wrap up this project,I’ll make time to be with you.”
I suppressed a sneer,saying,“Sure.”
“How about this Sunday?There’s a famous art exhibit in Italy.I want you to come with me.”
Her face fell. She said the weekend wouldn't work for her, citing an important client meeting.
My heart went cold.
Sunday was Nathan’s birthday.
I rummaged through my sealed belongings once again and discovered that a small box had been tampered with.
In a panic, I checked and found that a gold necklace was missing.
It was from high school,when I won my first international art award,becoming a rising star.
Beyond the honor and trophy,I received a custom gold paintbrush necklace,engraved with“JM”for James Miller.
That glory sustained me after my parents’death.
In the crash,blood stained the necklace.
After my amputation, I was no longer able to paint. Seeing the necklace only deepened my sorrow, so I cleaned it meticulously and locked it away in a drawer.
Its absence broke me.I rushed downstairs,grabbing the housekeeper.
“Did you steal my gold paintbrush?Give it back,or I’m calling the police!”
Startled,she swore she hadn’t touched my things.
“Wait,last week when you were out,Mrs.Watson and Mr.Brooks were here.Could it be…?”
Before she finished,I ran out in slippers.
I knew I had to find Nathan - he lived in the same villa community as we did.
Halfway there,I caught sight of him.
Nathan,dressed in designer clothes,held a coffee,walking a large dog on the lawn.
My gold paintbrush necklace was gleaming on the dog's collar.
