My Second Chance at Revenge
"I heard you haven't been doing well lately. But then again… marrying a man like this—poor thing, it must be hard on you."
Her tone was just loud enough for those nearby to hear. Suppressed laughter rippled through the crowd.
I didn't rise to the bait. Instead, I shrank closer to Will, eyes lowered, playing the role of the timid, wounded wife.
Will squeezed my hand lightly, a silent signal to remain steady.
Moments later, the auction officially began.
After several rounds of fine antiques and paintings, the host's voice boomed through the hall, charged with excitement.
"And now, for the final highlight of the evening! This last item, presented by Mr. Wheaton of Wheaton Group, is a mysterious
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