“Mr. Carter, I want that bracelet too. We could pass it down to our future child.”
“I heard jade is good for the body. I’ve never owned a real bangle before.”
Owen’s expression faltered for a moment.
He clearly recognized it—it was the Myers family’s heirloom. But he had no idea how it ended up here.
He couldn’t be bothered to figure it out. He simply lifted his paddle for her.
“Twenty million.”
“Thirty million,” I countered, my voice steady, but my palms drenched in cold sweat.
This was the Myers family’s last legacy.
'Please... don’t take this from me too.'
But Owen couldn’t hear the silent pleading in my heart. All he cared about now was punishing me.
“Light the sky lantern,” he ordered, then turned to me. “Sheryl, do you even have that kind of money? Don’t overestimate yourself.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
I’d already given him every last bit of the Myers family’s fortune.
The thirty million I bid included what I could claim in the divorce settlement.
Gasps rippled through the room.
A public bidding war between husband and wife—it was pure entertainment for the crowd.
“That’s Owen’s hundredth mistress, huh? No wonder he doesn’t even bother with his wife.”
“Wife? Please. She’s worse than a maid. Have you ever seen a wife pouring tea for the other woman? She’s a disgrace to women everywhere.”
“She knows Owen hates her, but still clings like a fool. Tsk. Serves her right. She ruined her entire family chasing after love—no wonder the Myers family went bankrupt. With a daughter like that, no wonder they were cursed.”
My body swayed, and I could barely stand.
The final gavel fell. The bangle was sold. It was over.
As the crowd dispersed, I tugged at Owen’s sleeve.
“Please... can you give me the bracelet back?”
He chuckled coldly and lifted my chin. “You want the bracelet? But it’s something Julia likes. I already promised it to her.”
Seeing the devastation in my eyes, he paused, then added, “Though... I might reconsider.”
“If you kneel right here, in front of everyone, and bow to Julia—if she agrees—I won’t stop you.”
Before his words even finished echoing, my knees hit the floor.
The skin on my bruised forehead split open as it struck the cold marble.
Blood trickled down my face.
“Ms. Julia,” I whispered hoarsely, “please... have mercy. Let me have the bracelet.”
Owen’s fists clenched in fury.