Then, I signed the divorce agreement I’d had my lawyer prepare, placing it in a box alongside the abortion surgery report, and left it on the bedside table.
For good measure, I scheduled the screenshots of Christy’s social media posts and messages to be sent to Patrick’s email.
I had just sat down to rest when a new message from Christy popped up.
It included the time and location of the auction, along with a taunting line, “Do you dare to show up, old lady? Uncle said he’ll light a sky lantern for love tonight!”
That evening, I arrived at the auction right on time.
I hadn’t planned to go—the flight to New Zealand was scheduled for tonight.
I was about to leave everything behind. Why should I let a child’s petty provocation bother me?
Christy sent me the jewelry catalog for tonight's auction, flaunting the world’s top yellow diamond necklace, the final item on the list. She was determined to claim it.
However, my attention was drawn to a piece by a new designer—a subtle and elegant brooch that perfectly suited my aunt’s daily style.
I decided to pick it up as a gift for her.
My aunt is the closest family I have. When my parents passed away during my childhood, she took care of me. Later, she moved to New Zealand to build a new life and wanted me to join her.
But at the time, I was deeply in love with Patrick. She couldn’t convince me otherwise, so she let me stay in England.
How ironic that so-called “true love” proved so fleeting.
In just seven years, Patrick had shifted his affections to someone else.
When I arrived at the auction, the prime seats up front were almost entirely occupied.
I chose a spot in the last row, intending to leave once the auction concluded.
Patrick and Christy were seated in the middle, leaning close and laughing together.
Every so often, Christy glanced back, and when her gaze landed on me, her lips curled into a triumphant smirk.
Her expression was that of a proud little peacock, preening with arrogance.
The grand finale items of the auction are always presented last. Naturally, the brooch I wanted was listed earlier since its designer was not well-known.