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The Price Of His Choices

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 832    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

hat no longer hurt but had left a permanent scar. It was a Tuesday afternoon. The sun was streaming into our minimalist, million-dollar living room

id, her voice dripping with fake pity. "It re

moment' s hesitat

he said. It w

her' s. He just shrugged, a casual dis

s right. It

t it away. He walked to the kitchen, dropped it into the garbage disposal, and flipped the switch. T

Jewelry Design Competition. It was the most prestigious event of the year, and my collection, 'Resilience,' had made it t

ara

e, looking just as handsome and wealthy as ever in a tailored

u here," he said, his eyes

all place," I repl

rised. He probably expected me to be struggl

d, offering

er. "I heard you were back in town. About the locket... I was wro

part of him that was broken, the part that chose a s

wer, a small hand

, who'

up at David with curious eyes. He didn'

second, then hardened again a

I' m yo

ted across the ballroom. "He' s over there, talking to the man with the shiny he

f the Thompson Corporation, the very man whose company was sponsoring th

oked back at me, his eyes ful

voice low and angry. "You moved on that fast?

s of silence, three years after he shattered a pi

avid," I said, my voice c

d Uncle Ben? He' s near the dessert

and darted off into the crowd. I trusted Michae

o David. The noise of the ballroom seemed to fade aw

day, when the thought of a future with him was all I wanted. Th

thing. Not hatred, not love, not even sadness. Just a profound, quiet emptiness where

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“My husband, David Chen, casually destroyed my grandmother' s locket-a cherished family heirloom-in the garbage disposal, just to appease his childhood friend, Jessica Lee. That same day, I packed my bags, took our son Leo, and left. Three years later, back in the city as a jewelry designer, I found myself face-to-face with David at a prestigious competition. He was still the arrogant tech mogul, seemingly surprised I wasn' t struggling. He tried to buy me back, offering diamonds, believing money could fix his broken character. Then his assistant, Jessica, slinked up, mocking my simple dress and implying I was a gold digger, desperate for David' s lifestyle. She then deliberately spilled red wine on my priceless Antoine Dubois dress. As if that wasn' t enough, she maliciously tossed my custom-made, diamond-studded anniversary bracelet-a gift from my new husband, Michael Thompson-into a public trash can, mirroring David' s cruel act from years ago. The audacity of their insults, their absolute contempt for my worth, and the calculated destruction of something deeply personal infuriated me. How could they be so blind, so utterly convinced of their superiority, while standing on property owned by my husband and insulting his wife, a judge of the very competition they were attending? Just as Jessica raised her hand to slap me, a strong hand caught her wrist. "What do you think you' re doing to my wife?" Michael Thompson' s voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the silence. My new life, built on respect and true love, was about to shatter their illusion of power.”
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