When The love Has GoneJ The Jade BrokeChapter 1
In the jewelry design competition, I was falsely accused of plagiarism and subsequently blacklisted from the industry. The very next day, my fiancé registered his marriage with my stepsister, Clara Summer.
Just as the rumors and slander threatened to drive me insane, renowned jewelry company CEO Shane Larson publicly defended me and invited me to be his company’s chief designer.
I immediately accepted. Under his passionate pursuit, I fell deeply in love with him. For a time, I had both love and a thriving career.
On the third anniversary of our relationship, I was overjoyed. I was also eager to share the news of my pregnancy with him. However, before I could, I received a call from Clara.
I could hear from her end, that she was gasping for breath. Obviously, she was engaging in something intense.
Thinking it was some sick joke, I was about to end the call when I heard it ….
"Simon, how is my performance?
Shane’s husky and breathless voice came through the receiver. "Hah hmm … You’re amazing."
"I heard you're planning to marry Samantha Jenkins! No! You're not allowed to marry her. The only woman who should bear your child is me! Bo … hoo!"
I heard the sound of whimpering cry and kissing from the other end.
"Clara, don’t worry! If I could frame her for plagiarism back then for you, I can do anything for you now …"
"I know she’s made us a lot of money, but you can’t marry her, okay?"
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The call abruptly ended.
I reached for a glass of water to steady my emotions, only to feel a sharp sting on my lips.
Crash!
The couple’s mug we had bought on our first trip together slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.
When Shane returned, he saw my red-rimmed eyes and the broken pieces on the ground. He rushed over, pulled me into his arms, inspected me anxiously from top to bottom and asked, "Baby, did you burn yourself? Is the cup broken? It's okay, we’ll just buy another one!"
As I looked at his concern eyes, I could not help but shed my tears. He gently pulled me into his embrace and soothed me gently, "It’s my fault. I forgot to adjust the temperature setting and you got burned because of me."
However, my sensitive nose caught a familiar sweet smell on him. The only one who had the smell was Clara. Clara said the perfume was made exclusively for her, no one had the same aroma.