The Necklace Short Story

Sometimes things happen that is unexpected. It works in our favor sometimes and it doesn't some other times. Here's a story of Two Teenage besties who loved and cared for each other . They were named the inseparable Duo. But they were Separated due to a Scheme. When A tragedy occurs, there you Know where you heart lies and who are really true to you. Will they get back together? Or will they remain separated? A short story by QUEENEBUNOLUWA15.

When we were about to head to the amusement park, my Beta boyfriend, Drew, brought along a woman and her daughter. There happened to be one seat short in the car. Drew told me to get out and give my seat to the two of them. “Laura has a kid with her. Let them go first. I’ll come back for you later,” he said. I calmly stepped out and watched as the car slowly pulled away from the pack. Three hours later, they arrived at the amusement park for the fireworks and feast. When a friend asked Drew why he still hadn’t come back to get me, Drew was patiently helping Laura light a giant firework. He wasn’t in a rush at all and even said, “It’ll be fine if I pick Sienna up later. She won’t mind. I’ll coax her a bit, and she’ll stop being mad.” Anger only worked on people who cared about someone. My dad, mom, and brother never cared, and now, not even Drew cared anymore. It was time for me to leave for good.

The night before the design competition, my husband took my design draft, promising to secure a patent to protect my work. In the intense competition, my work stood out and won first place. During the award ceremony, I walked on stage wearing the necklace that my daughter and I had made together. Suddenly, my seven-year-old daughter rushed up to the stage, screaming, "Mom, how could you steal Veronica's necklace? That's horrible and embarrassing. Just come down and go home with me."

The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them. I rolled my eyes. Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent. She was no princess, but she acted like one. I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me. “At your service, Your Highness!”

I did three years in prison for my wife, Lilian Parson. The day I got out, she handed me an envelope for her company's grand opening. Inside was a single dollar bill. For a second, I thought it was a mistake. Then I saw her colleague, Nathan Ramsey, holding his envelope—his also contained a single dollar. Relieved, I pushed my doubts aside. I smiled, stood by Lilian's side through the entire ceremony, the picture of a proud, supportive husband. That night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw Nathan's latest post. A photo of a check. [Congratulations to Lilian Parson on the grand opening! So generous—100 million as a gift!] The comments section exploded with envy and blessings, congratulating him and "the boss" on finally becoming a couple. Lilian offered no explanation. Instead, she hurried to draw a line between us. "You just got out of prison," she said coolly. "It's not a good look to go public right now. Let's keep our marriage a secret. In front of others, just call me your boss." Then she turned around and liked Nathan's post. I wiped the tears from my eyes, picked up my phone, and dialed the number of her greatest rival. "From now on, I work for you," I said.

**Mature Audience Only** This is a collection of steamy short stories, showing that a relationship does not need to be all about s*x... But its a good start... The first story was about Luke, who had a chance to be a tutor to the girl he was in love with. Will they have happy endings? See and find out.

My husband, once a powerful CEO, had become bankrupt and sank into depression. Overnight, I went from being the wife of a CEO to a lowly worker. To help him pay off his debts and cover the costs of his depression treatment, I took a job as a hostess at an auction house. However, I never expected to see my husband there, who should've been in the hospital undergoing therapy, sitting in the VIP section. Without any hesitation, he bid on an exorbitantly priced necklace and gave it to the woman beside him. That necklace—the one I had pawned to pay off his debts—was my grandmother's heirloom.

Disclaimer:THIS STORY IS PURELY WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS, NAMES, PLACE OR EVENTS MENTIONED IN THE STORY ARE USED FICTITIOUSLY, PLEASE DON'T ASSOCIATE THE CHARACTER TO THE ACTUAL PORTRAYER. >>> Naglalakad ako ng may marinig akong ingay sa bandang kusina. Nung una benaliwala ko lang yun pero ng may narinig ako iyak ng batang babae ay agad ko tinungo ang kusina dahil alam ko kung sino yung batang babae umiiyak. Pagdating ko ng kusina nakita ko umiiyak ang kapatid ko at bukod dun nakita ko rin na pinapagalitan s'ya ni Beatrice. Agad ko naman nilapitan ang kapatid ko para tanongin kung bakit s'ya umiiyak. "Yana anong ngyari? bakit ka umiiyak?" nagaalala tanong ko. Pinunsan nito ang mga pisnge n'ya bago ako sagutin. "A-Ate ako po kasi sinisisi ni ate Beatrice na kumuha ng necklace n'ya kahit hindi naman po talaga ako ang kumuha." sagot nito sa tanong ko habang umiiyak. "At talagang masisinungaling kapa bata ka! eh! Ikaw lang naman ang pumasok sa kwarto ko bago mawala yung necklace ko!" asik ni Beatrice sa kapatid ko. Hindi ko maiwasang hindi s'ya patulan sa pagbibintang n'ya sa kapatid ko. Alam ko hindi magagawa ng kapatid ko ang binibintang n'ya dahil hindi ko ganon pinalaki ang kapatid ko. "Ano ba Beatrice? Bakit mo naman pinagbibintangan yung kapatid ko? Eh wala ka naman ebendinsya na s'ya ang kumuha ng necklace mo!" sabi ko sa galit na tuno. Pagak itong tumawa bago muling nagsalita. "AT TALAGA KINAKAMPIHAN MO PA YANG KAPATID MO MAGNANAKAW" asik nito sa akin at sa kapatid ko. "Opss! Nakalimutan ko palang anak kayo ng mga magnanakaw! Mga mukang pera! gold digger!" sambit nito sa mapangasar na tuno. Sa puntong yun hindi ko na napigilan ang galit ko. Idamay na n'ya ang lahat wag lang ang kapatid ko at lalong-lalo na

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

My daughter gets into an accident and needs to leave town for an operation. My husband is the pilot of the flight that takes her there. However, instead of calling him, I head straight to the airport and ask the ground staff for help. In my past life, I begged and pleaded with my husband for help. He arranged a seat for our daughter and flew the plane there. Because of that, he missed the chance to send his childhood sweetheart to the hospital, and she died in labor. My husband disappeared for two months after that. He later returned, acting like nothing had happened. However, one day, he poisoned the whole family. "If not for you forcing me to get on that flight, I could've taken her to the hospital. She would've given birth, and she wouldn't have died. You guys are the ones who deserve to die!" He pushed me off the 20th floor. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my daughter gets into an accident. This time, my husband successfully takes his childhood sweetheart to the hospital. But why does he later regret it?