Semua Bab A Fake Necklace from My Husband Before The Zombie Apocalypse: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Alice Cole had never cared about jewelry. At least, that was what she always told herself. After years of marriage to Jason Cole, one of the richest men in the country, she had received countless luxury gifts. Expensive watches. Designer handbags. Rare collections other women could only dream of. Yet none of them mattered as much as the meaning behind the gift. That was why the necklace Jason gave her on their anniversary made her heart soften. It was not just another expensive item. Jason stood in front of cameras, holding a black velvet box, and told the world that Alice was the woman who had stayed beside him before his success. The media loved the story. The billionaire CEO who never forgot the woman who supported him when he had nothing. Alice wanted to believe it too. She wanted to believe Jason still remembered the nights she stayed awake helping him build his first company. The days when no one believed in him except her. Maybe the necklace was his way of saying he ha

Alice woke to someone calling her name. "Mrs. Cole? Mrs. Cole, can you hear me?" Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy. She tried to move, but a sharp ache pulsed through the back of her head. For several seconds, she could only hear the faint clatter of porcelain and the frightened voice hovering somewhere beside her. "Mrs. Cole, please wake up." Alice finally opened her eyes. The familiar ceiling of her bedroom came into focus, followed by the worried face of Maria, one of the senior maids in the Cole mansion. The woman was kneeling beside the bed, one handpressed against her own chest. "Thank God," Maria whispered. "I thought you had fainted again."Alice stared at her. "How long was I unconscious?" "I'm not sure, ma'am. This was the first time I came in. I was about to bring you breakfast when I found you lying on the floor." Maria reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. "Please, drink this." Alice pushed herself upright and accepted it with trembling fingers. T

“Jade, I didn’t realize you still had my number,” Alice said quietly, glancing toward the living room where everyone was preparing for the banquet. “I keep things as memories. Old numbers, old messages, old mistakes…” Jade paused. “My personal museum of poor judgment.”Alice smiled faintly. “We were classmates. We were supposed to stay in touch.”“Classmates?” Jade’s voice was dry. “That’s a convenient way to describe six years of knowing someone.”Alice gave a quiet laugh. “You were never good at letting things go.”“No. You were.”The smile left Alice’s face. There it was: Jade, cool and unreadable, never revealing more than he meant to. Even in college he could sit through an entire conversation with that same expression while Alice filled every silence. Somehow it worked.Alice had gotten into university on a Black Family Foundation scholarship. Jade had been born to inherit the foundation itself. But between them the difference never mattered. If anything, Jade made sure it neve