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The Price Of His Choices

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 712    |    Released on: 09/07/2025

l. She opened her clutch and pulled out a garish, diamond-enc

gift. From me to you. So you don' t look so... out of

to show me the kind of wea

raised it. Maybe thirty thousand dollars, retail. The custom-made platinum watch hidden under the sleeve of my dre

you," I s

walk away, she made a clumsy, deliberate move. Her glass of red wine

her performance worthy of an award. "I' m suc

he fabric. The crowd around us ha

that expensive, right? A hundred dollars? Two hundred? David, give m

a well-known fashion critic named Eleanor Vance,

t my dress. She stepped closer, ignoring Jessica completely. "I thought there were only three in existence. He desig

a' s smirk froze on her fa

Jessica snapped at Eleanor. "

"The fabric is a custom silk-velvet blend that no longer exist

tried to humiliate me over a dress that was more valuab

en on everyone' s lips. It' s an honor to finally meet you." Then she glanced at David. "Mr. Chen, isn' t it? I read an article abo

y uncomfortable with t

is ego, bruised because something he owned had dared to leave him? I suspected

t be ridiculous. He' s the CEO of Chen Tech. He' s about to close the big

' s arm again, puf

forward. He pulled out his checkbook, the

' s stop this. Name your price. How much will it tak

holding it out to me. He thought he could buy me back

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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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