Ivonne's povI kept my glare fixed on Lincoln, my teeth grinding slightly as I struggled to breathe evenly.That necklace... my mother’s necklace... was more than just jewelry. It was memory, legacy, every ounce of love and care my father had put into protecting my mother’s memory. And here was this tramp Alison, wearing it like some trophy, with Lincoln silently letting it happen.“I can’t fuckng believe this,” I sneered at him. “Lincoln… did you actually give her that?”Lincoln sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “No. I didn’t give it to her.”My eyes narrowed. “Then what? Did you… allow it? Permit it?”Alison smirked, stepping closer, and with all the grace of someone deliberately testing me, she said, “Nope. Lincoln didn’t give it to me. He just said I could take anything I wanted, and I wanted this. So, here we are.”My chest tightened so fast I almost couldn’t speak. “You—remove it. Now.”Alison laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that grated on my nerves. “Or what?”“Or I remov
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