She looked me up and down. “Ms. Grant, what are you still struggling with? Didn’t you understand what happened at the airport?”
“Brother Felix doesn’t love you. No matter how expensive the clothes you buy are, he’ll just treat them like air.”
I didn’t bother to waste time talking to her. I pulled my black card from my wallet and handed it to the salesperson.
“Pack up this dress she touched, and all the styles in this collection.”
“Also, get her out.”
The salesperson immediately started to clear everyone out, but just then, Felix Shaw appeared.
He walked straight towards Claire Green, not even glancing at me.
“Pack up the dress and give it to Miss Green.”
The salesperson was stunned and whispered, “Mr. Shaw, but this is you…”
I was wearing smoky makeup and a striking orange curly hairstyle.
As expected, Felix Shaw didn’t recognize me.
“Who the hell is she?” Felix Shaw’s voice was quiet, but loud enough for everyone in the counter to hear clearly. “A woman who appeared out of nowhere is worthy of competing with Claire for something?”
He turned to the stunned salesperson, his tone commanding.
“From today on, remember Miss Green’s face. From now on, all of Shaw’s businesses will unconditionally prioritize her services.”
Claire Green dropped her skirt with a look of condescension: “No, I don’t need it.”
“Give it to those poor, unloved souls.”
Felix Shaw didn’t argue: “As long as you’re happy.”
I stood there, watching Felix Shaw’s eyes fixed on Claire Green, and the last bit of warmth in my heart completely cooled.
Back at the villa where I’d lived for three years, the access control system failed to authenticate.
I was about to call the housekeeper when the door opened from the inside.
Claire Green was wearing my slippers and Felix Shaw’s bathrobe.
She frowned, as if she had seen something foul. “I thought you were a respectable person, someone who knew your limits.”
“Is it fun to pester Felix? Is it fun to dress in white and imitate me?”
I stood outside, the night breeze making me feel a little cold.
Yeah, it was so boring.
What else was I fantasizing about?
I lowered my head and took off the diamond ring designed by Felix Shaw himself.
My black card, my car keys.
And my marriage certificate with Felix Shaw.
I neatly arranged these things that symbolized my status as ‘Mrs. Shaw,’ one by one.
Then, I turned around and never looked back.
I took out a brand new phone and dialed a number.