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Chapter 2

Ms. Wyatt? After three years of marriage, Nelson stubbornly refused to acknowledge Sabrina as his wife. Reading the spite in Nelson's eyes, Sabrina realized that he would never offer her the brooch no matter what she did or said. Disappointed, she wracked her brains for a way to get the brooch from him. … On Sabrina's way home, she saw a digital ad playing the news on the opposite building when her car stopped by the intersection. The headlines read: "Nelson Tucker Snags Priceless Brooch Gifted by Daniel Livingston to His Wife—Rumors Swirl He's Popping the Question to Girlfriend Pamela Dixon!" From the corner of her eye, she saw the gorgeous Pamela on the news, hugging Nelson tightly with a bright, youthful smile. Sabrina watched as her husband bent over slightly and rested a hand on Pamela's back with a tender look and a soft smile. She had never seen this tender side of the usually stoic and unfeeling Nelson. Staring blankly at her supposed lover—the handsome man on the screen—she realized that he had bidded the brooch to propose to Pamela. The brooch that Sabrina's dad, Samson Wyatt, gifted to her mom, Cheryl Jenkins, was now used by Nelson to propose to his mistress. She thought, "Wow, Sabrina Wyatt, you're a joke!" Blinking softly, she wiped away her tears and dialed Nelson's number. As expected, he snapped at her in an aloof and impatient tone, "What is it?" "Nelson, give me the brooch, and I'll agree to a divorce." He hung up without a word, and she didn't bother calling back, knowing he must have been annoyed with her. … Nelson didn't return to the house he shared with Sabrina until noon the next day. Ever since she moved in, she had kept the place well-organized. However, he found the house unfamiliar. After he stepped foot in the hall, a maid approached him. "Mrs. Tucker spent the whole night waiting for you in the living room. She has just gone up to the second floor." He replied, "Got it." Then, he instructed the drivers to place his luggage in the living room. He made his way to the second floor, where he found the guest bedroom's door ajar. Inside, the room was neat and organized. Sabrina, still in yesterday's clothes, was busy packing books from the shelf into boxes. She turned around when she heard the movements. Unlike before, she wasn't delighted at his presence. They looked into each other's eyes for a while. Since Sabrina didn't say a word, Nelson couldn't be bothered to converse with her. He loosened his tie and retreated to his bedroom. After getting married, they remained nothing more than two strangers under the same roof. She flashed a self-deprecating smile. His affair with Pamela got out of hand, tarnishing the Tucker family's reputation. Yet, he felt no obligation to offer her an explanation—she was insignificant to him, the wife he never wanted. Since the Tucker family was indebted to the Wyatt family, the Tuckers forcefully separated Nelson and Pamela when they learned that Sabrina wanted to marry Nelson. Sabrina believed that her wretched marriage must have been her retribution for interfering with Nelson's relationship. Three years ago, Nelson met with her and said, "I have a lover. I know my family owes yours a great deal, but I'd like to make it up to you in other ways." If she could go back in time, she would agree to his proposal instead of saying, "Nelson, all I want is you." … Nelson finally joined Sabrina on the first floor after she packed up everything and instructed the maids to carry the items to her car. Walking around her, he settled on the living room couch. He asked, "Where are you going?" She glanced at him. He was handsome and poised. She'd even describe him as indescribably attractive. However, she was disrupted by Pamela's scent on him. She responded, "I'll get my attorney to draft the divorce papers." While smoking, he stared at her. "Are you done?" Did he think she was making a scene? Was that why he didn't take her suggestion of divorce seriously, thinking it was one of her tricks? Smiling, she remarked, "I can empathize with your feelings back then. I'm really sorry for that, Mr. Tucker." His hand paused in the air. Glancing at her, he noticed her misty eyes. He was taken aback by the brokenness that was uncharacteristic of her. She left before he could read deeper into her emotions.

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