Five Years After My Watery Death
But the moment I showed even a hint of weakness, you would have thrown me out, just like Naomi.
Her hand reached up to touch the jadeite necklace around her neck. "This necklace is worth more than your so-called love. At least I can hold it, feel its weight, and know it's real. Love? Love is useless."
Her gaze shifted to Max, venom pooling in her eyes. "You've never trusted me, have you? That's why you've spent the last five years looking for Naomi!"
Max remained calm, his voice measured. "Whether I trusted you or not doesn't change the facts. I kept searching for Naomi because the pieces never added up.