Chapter 3

Later, when his company grew and he made a lot of money, he never mentioned buying me a car again.

Looking back now, if he truly loved me, how could he have ignored my needs?

Today I was going to Marcus's company to resign.

Just as I pulled into the parking lot, I saw the film crew setting up for a shoot.

Marcus was dressed impeccably, standing beside Lucia and her son Morris. The three of them looked like such a natural, happy family.

When my car drove in, it immediately caught everyone's attention.

Someone exclaimed, "Mr. Peterson, your company is really wealthy if employees drive such nice cars to work!"

All eyes turned toward me.

I calmly got out of the car and walked straight up to the three of them.

Lucia's eyes were filled with jealousy.

Marcus's expression changed as he lowered his voice to tell me, "Why are you here? The film crew is still around. Whatever it is, can't it wait until they leave?"

I smiled and said loudly, "Mr. Peterson, I'm here to resign."

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Marcus was stunned. Before he could speak, Lucia exclaimed beside him.

"Oh my, why are you wearing the same necklace as mine?"

That's when I noticed she had a sapphire necklace around her neck, identical to the one my father had given me.

Someone immediately questioned, "Isn't this necklace supposed to be one-of-a-kind?"

"Yes, didn't Lucia say it was a surprise gift from Mr. Peterson for their wedding anniversary?"

I wasn't flustered at all, because I knew mine was definitely authentic.

Lucia knew she was in the wrong, and suddenly her eyes filled with tears as she leaned against Marcus.

Crying for the cameras, she said, “Georgina, I know you like my husband and have always fantasized about taking my place as his girlfriend, but you can't be this obsessed with him.

"You found out my husband gave me a one-of-a-kind necklace, so you bought a fake one pretending he gave it to you. This isn't the first time you've done something like this. Please stop. Don't ruin my family, okay?"

I was truly impressed by her acting skills. If I didn't know the truth, I might have believed her.

At that moment, someone pointed at the car and said, "I bet that car is rented too. She's just pretending to be rich to hook Mr. Peterson."

Angered, I pulled the car registration from my bag and held it up for them to see, "This car is mine. Please don't make false accusations."

Suddenly, another voice rang out.

"So you're not only trying to seduce my sister's husband as a mistress, but you're also stealing company money!"

I turned to see the company's financial director, Ben Sandwood, Lucia's younger brother. She had begged Marcus to give her brother a job back then.

I had objected, feeling that the finance department should be staffed with trusted people.

But Marcus had said that since he was Lucia's brother, he was considered one of their own.

I just never expected him to suddenly turn on me like this.

When I joined the company, Marcus never publicly announced our relationship, claiming he was afraid people would call it a family business and criticize the company.

But while others might not know, how could Ben not know? He was clearly lying through his teeth.

Before I could defend myself, several cameras were pointed at my face.

"Don't worry, Lucia. I hate homewreckers the most. We'll help expose her! How shameless!"

I looked at Marcus in disbelief. He struggled to speak for a while, but ultimately only said, “Let's talk about this later."

I shook my head in disappointment, "Marcus, you're such a loser!"

I turned to leave, but Ben called out again,” Marcus, I just checked the accounts today. The company is missing several hundred thousand dollars. She transferred the money out—her signature is right there.

"That car must be what she bought with that money!"

To my surprise, Marcus grabbed my arm and angrily demanded, "Why would you do this? You've really disappointed me!"

My heart turned cold. With tears in my eyes, I yanked my arm away.

"You would rather believe the lies from these two con artists than someone who has been by your side for seven years?"