Chapter 1

The ballroom lights blazed overhead, and the emerald-cut diamond threw back a glare so bright it made my eyes sting.

Only moments ago, Alexander had slipped this extravagant symbol of love onto my finger.

Now, in front of everyone, he'd announced he was marrying someone else.

I instinctively raised my hand, my grip on the wineglass loosening.

"I knew Mr. Hall would make it official with her sooner or later," someone whispered beside me.

Even I had almost believed it.

A week earlier, Alexander had taken my left hand in his and carefully measured my ring finger.

He'd insisted I remove the protective finger sleeve I wore at work, then gone over the measurement several times with a flexible tape.

"Why all the fuss?" I teased. "Are you planning to buy out the whole jewelry store?"

He laughed as he fastened the last button of my coat. "I wouldn't rule it out."

He wrote my ring size on a sticky note and tucked it into my coat, saying it would come in handy later. I laughed and kept it, then promptly slipped it into the inner pocket of my wallet.

Five years. He had always been generous with money, and I had never pretended I didn't want it. But when I got home that day, I still dug out my calendar and drew a heavy circle around that date.

I'm Irene Walker, 28 years old, and I restore antique jewelry for a living.

Before Alexander came into my life, I'd worked temporary hotel jobs and cleaned display cases at a consignment shop.

There was a time when I couldn't even scrape together half of what I needed for rent and the deposit on my tools.

At 18, I ran away from my stepfather, Victor Reid. All it took was a box of pads. He added up what I'd spent, threw the receipt in my face, said that money could have bought him two packs of cigarettes, and slapped me.

I didn't cry. I stared at the shopping bags scattered across the floor and made myself a silent promise. When I have money, no one will ever again get to use a few lousy dollars to decide whether I deserve to live.

So the gossip in New York's high society wasn't wrong. I loved money. Designer handbags. The soft touch of cashmere. The freedom to buy what I wanted without having to beg anyone for it.

In all five years I'd spent with Alexander, I'd never once pretended to be some innocent girl who cared nothing for material things.

Deep down, I had secretly hoped for a little love too. Love... what a beautiful thing that would have been.

Alexander slid the ring all the way down my finger.

Guests gathered around us, phones raised to capture the moment.

He looked at me with his usual effortless confidence, as though everything in the world was going exactly according to plan.

"Do you like it?"

"That's a dangerous question." I forced a smile, trying to keep my emotions in check. "If I say yes, you might never be able to top it."

He laughed softly. A second later, with the whole room watching, his voice turned cold. "This is a thank-you, Irene. We're done."

For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong. My half-raised glass froze in midair. The piano was still playing, but all the chatter around us stopped.

Alexander removed his hand from my waist. "Thank you for these five years. I'll make sure you have somewhere to live and enough to cover your expenses."

Footsteps sounded near the entrance. A waiter escorted a young woman into the ballroom.

Lydia wore a simple cream-colored dress with delicate spaghetti straps, a pair of tiny pearls dangling from her ears. Nothing flashy.

She stopped beside Alexander, looking just uneasy enough to seem convincing.

"This is Lydia Grant," Alexander said. "We're engaged."

I managed a faint smile. I didn't even have the strength to ask when that had happened.

Lydia inched forward. "Ms. Walker, I really didn't know tonight would go like this. Alexander said he'd talk to you himself. I thought..."

"You thought what?"

She pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze, fiddling with the brooch pinned to her dress. "I just didn't want you to be embarrassed in front of everyone."

I knew that brooch. I'd seen it at an auction preview the month before. It was an exceptionally rare piece, with only a handful of its kind in existence.

Lydia might have looked modestly dressed, but the jewel pinned to her chest was worth a fortune. Only someone who knew jewelry would recognize it.

I didn't know where she had gotten it, but I could tell she knew a lot more about jewelry than she let on.

Everyone was staring at my finger. In the past five years, Alexander had never been short of women throwing themselves at him. Some came to show off his gifts in front of me. Some came to pick fights, waving around promises he had made offhand. Every time, I handled it with grace, and sometimes I even smiled while they humiliated themselves.

Everyone here had seen me hold my own. I supposed they were all waiting for me to make one last grab for the ring.

I slowly slid the ring off and placed it back in Alexander's palm. The diamond clinked against his metal cuff link.

"You always wanted me not to make a scene, didn't you?" I said. "There. You got your wish."

He frowned. "I never meant to embarrass you."

"I guess we've always had different ideas about dignity."

His assistant stepped forward and handed me a folder with the breakup agreement already drawn up. I scanned the long string of digits in the settlement, made sure it was right, and signed at the bottom.

Lydia seemed to let out a quiet sigh of relief. Alexander, on the other hand, kept his eyes locked on me. "You can keep the ring."

"No, thanks. Your future wife will have more use for it than I will." I closed the folder. "But I'll take the settlement."

A few people snickered, as if they had finally caught me being greedy.

I heard every one of them, but I couldn't be bothered to explain. I didn't have to give up money that was rightfully mine to prove my feelings over those five years were real. Besides, he had offered the settlement freely. I had no reason to refuse it.

"Congratulations on your engagement." I raised my glass toward Lydia in a mock toast. "I hope every decision you two make from now on is as quick and clean as tonight's."

The smile froze on her face. Alexander's fingers closed tight around the ring.

Before the party ended, I went to collect my coat. I heard footsteps behind me. Alexander had followed me out, and he reached over to straighten my collar. It was such a familiar gesture that I tilted my head on instinct to make it easier for him.

"You were a lot easier to get rid of than I thought," he said.

My eyes fell on the silver cuff link at his wrist. It had been his father's. When he handed it to me, the clasp was loose and about to break. I stayed up three nights straight fixing it and didn't charge him a dime.

He'd worn it to every important event since. I used to tease him about it. With all his money, why cling to something so old?

His answer had been simple. "If something's worth keeping, there's no reason to replace it once it's fixed."

He was still wearing it now, the cuff crisp against the wrist of the hand that had just taken back the ring.

"You've always known I care about money. That I weigh the costs and benefits of everything." I reached out and smoothed a final crease from his cuff. "You just forgot that money isn't the only thing I value."

I turned and walked out. This time, he didn't reach out and pull me back like he used to.