How Can Love Be CompromisedChapter 1​​

 

That morning, while shopping with my best friend, we unexpectedly ran into Harvey Collins, cool and ever-composed, at the Chanel counter. 

He was buying the haute couture dress I had painstakingly ordered weeks ago. 

By evening, that same dress made its debut on Harvey's female secretary. 

I chose not to make a scene, merely smiling with a playful air. 

After all, I could single handedly buy out every Chanel store in the city if I wished. I had no need for him to buy me anything, not even once.

That night, my best friend, ever loyal, drafted a divorce agreement for me. 

I had wealth, beauty and charm, the last thing I needed was a man. 

***

At the company’s annual gala, I held a glass of red wine, laughing effortlessly as I mingled with the CEOs of the group's branches, radiating confidence and elegance. 

As the music started, the dance floor gradually became lively.

Harvey arrived late with his female secretary.

I saw with my own eyes that he was helping Stephanie Dalton adjust the position of her beautiful breasts at the door.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, his eyes were full of doting and he was very satisfied with his work.

Harvey had always had a unique vision. After his adjustments, the refinement of Stephanie's face was instantly raised to a higher level.

It barely matched her couture Chanel outfit.

At that moment, all my fantasies were shattered.

When I saw Harvey walking out of the counter in the morning, I thought he was picking up the dress for me and my heart was filled with happiness.

I even had my makeup artist do a look to match the dress.

Until the last moment before the annual meeting started, he did not send the dress home.

I called him specifically and asked him in a tentative tone if he had anything to give me.

He said a few perfunctorily that he was busy with work, but I still caught a sweet female voice in his words.

“Mr. Collins, will Mrs. Collins be unhappy if she finds out?”

“Don't worry about that Stephanie.”

I suddenly realized that my man was no longer so pure.

Stephanie tilted her face up and smiled sweetly at me. Her sweet dimples looked particularly familiar.

“Hello, Mrs. Collins. You look so beautiful tonight.”

In response to her compliment, my eyes turned a little colder and I looked her up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Your dress is nice. It's the same style as the one I ordered.”