Molly remembered the day they'd signed their marriage certificate.

The moment she'd held that document in her hands, she'd wanted to spin in circles from sheer happiness. But he had looked at her with those same eyes and said, "Other than this piece of paper, you will get nothing from me."

Miles Vance was a man of his word.

Molly wanted to release him. But she had searched for this brooch for so long—just to give her mother something to hold onto.

She forced down the ache in her chest and pleaded, "Miles, I'm begging you..."

He shook her hand off. "Didn't I once beg you too, Ms. Harding?"

Miss Harding?

Three years of marriage, and he still refused to acknowledge her as his wife.

Seeing the disgust in Miles's eyes, Molly knew that no matter what she said or did, he would never give her the brooch.

Disappointment settled over her as she wondered how she could possibly get it back from him.

On the way home, her car stopped at an intersection. On the giant LED billboard across the street, news footage was playing: "Miles Vance wins Master Dylan Parker's Promise Brooch for $20 million—rumored proposal to girlfriend Sibyl Edwards."

Molly turned her head just in time to see a breathtakingly beautiful woman throwing her arms around Miles, beaming like a child on Christmas morning.

And her handsome husband was playing along perfectly—leaning down slightly, his palm resting on the woman's back, a gentle smile on his lips, his eyes soft with tenderness.

Miles Vance, who was always so cold he barely seemed human, could actually look at someone like that...

Molly stared blankly at the screen, at the impossibly handsome man she had given her heart to.

So that's what the brooch was for. A proposal.

The Promise Brooch her father had designed for her mother—and Miles had used it to propose to his mistress.

Oh, Molly. What a joke you are.

She blinked slowly, brushed the tears from the corner of her eye with her fingertips, and dialed Miles's number.

"What is it?"

His tone was exactly as she expected—impatient, cold.

"Miles, just give me the brooch, and we'll divorce."

He didn't say a word. The line went dead.

Molly didn't call back. He found her tiresome enough already.

...

The next day, Miles finally came home around noon.