It was his mother calling again, berating me for being unworthy, demanding he break up with me.

But the truth was pale and powerless against Sarah's shattered leg.

From that day on, Simon placed the cross of guilt squarely on my shoulders.

And Sarah became the saint he had to devote his life to repaying.

"Madam, Ms. Henson is here. She's waiting for you in the living room." Jessica's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I walked downstairs to find Sarah sitting in her wheelchair, a beautifully wrapped box in her lap.

"Jasmine." Seeing me, she flashed a sugary smile. "Yesterday was my fault."

"I made these cookies myself. Will you try them?"

I looked at her coldly.

"What do you want?"

Her smile faltered for a second before she recovered.

"My brother went to the neighboring city for a meeting. He won't be back until this evening."

"He was afraid you'd be bored, so he asked me to keep you company."

She placed the cookies on the table and, as if by accident, added, "Oh, right. Jasmine, that bracelet you wore yesterday was stunning. What brand was it?"

I glanced down at my wrist.

Empty.

It was the first gift Simon had ever given me. I never took it off.

Last night, in my distress, I must have left it on the bathroom sink.

Panic flared in my chest. I turned and ran back upstairs.

But the sink was bare, save for my skincare bottles.

The bracelet was gone.

I rushed back down, my gaze locking onto Sarah.

"Where is my bracelet?"

Sarah looked the picture of innocence.

"What bracelet? Jasmine, I don't know what you're talking about."

"When I arrived, Jessica was cleaning the guest room. You should ask her."

I turned to Jessica.

The housekeeper looked flustered. "Madam, I... I didn't see any bracelet."

I was shaking with rage.

There were only three people in this villa.

If it wasn't the maid, who else could it be?

Seeing the storm brewing in my eyes, Sarah said timidly, "Jasmine, don't be angry. Maybe you remembered wrong?"

"Or... maybe it fell somewhere?"

"Is it that important to you?"

"Hand it over."

The color drained from Sarah's face instantly.

"Jasmine... I'm sorry, I really didn't take it..."

Her eyes reddened on cue, big, heavy tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I... I'll help you look! I'll help you find it!"

She began to laboriously turn her wheelchair, craning her neck to look under the sofa and into the crevices of the cabinets.