A Pawn's Guide to Success
"You used me first. I simply returned the favor. Is there anything difficult to understand about that? Honestly, Jarrold, spare me the theatrics. You disgust me."
The love I'd once carried for him—he had ground it into dust beneath his heel in another life. In this one, he was less than a stranger.
After that day, Jarrold never sought me out again.
My studio, Essento, flourished, securing a formidable place in the competitive jewelry industry. My name became synonymous with success and impeccable design.
My mother's health recovered fully. I bought a beautiful house with a sunlit garden and moved her in with me.
I learned later that all those years, during her illness, she had maintained a v