Mrs. Sterling, Look, He truly Dotes On Her

iving had been difficult, and the pregnancy was fraught with c

. He had the baby' s umbilical cord preserved and encased in a custom-made whit

bbed. The vase was stolen. I cried for weeks. Liam swore to me then, his voice choke

lvet pedestal, under the brig

it was almost painful, washed over me.

over and whisper something to Liam. She pointed at the vase, a greedy light in her

raised his paddle

t give up. I raised my own

l bidder. A mocking smile played on his lips, as if he found it ridiculous that anyone would dare to bid

ty mil

shaking. All the money I had was on my

d, his voice loud and bored

was putting on a show for Chloe. Fin

he announced, his voice

crowd. The auctioneer slammed his g

ase was carefully packaged and delivered to Liam. He t

d lipstick. Seeing her happy, Liam' s lips cur

ning it over in her hands. Her long, painted fingernails scraped against the delicate jade surface. I

nd them flocked to offe

f Mr. Sterling,

ucky to be Mr. Sterl

ite jade vase is worthy o

' s just a hundred-million-dollar trinket. She can use i

tory on her face. She held up th

her hand

e polished marble floor. It shatt

ze I had moved until I was on the floor, frantica

concern. "Oh my, I' m so

hand away. My shove was harder than I intend

k. Her face went pale with fright as a sing

if I were a wild animal. He frowned, his eyes burning with anger as he looked dow

. "How dare you push my gi

the ugly red rash beneath. "This vase was made from our baby' s umb

second, but the recognition quickly curdled into disgust. He le

his voice low and vicious. "It' s just a v

sion blurred by tears.

ther women? You' re a wealthy wife. You' re Mrs. Sterling. How can you be my wife if you' re so jealous? When I'

m, started to whine. "Mr. Sterling, my finger is bleeding so

iately softening with concern. Then he t

you must pay with ten of yours. Ten for

caused, yet he not only ignored it but wanted to hurt me even more for her sake. This was his id

my voice trembling with rage. "The Sterli

deadly whisper. "Ava, you' re my wife. You'

eir faces impassive. They grabbed my hands and forced them down, pressing my

s. The wealthy guests surrounding us whispered, their eyes filled with scorn and

rapping his arm around Chloe, walking away. H

, his voice a soft murmur. "With

ords were. He had said them to me, countless times. But now

lood. I closed my eyes, and t