Chapter 2

Since Jack disappeared in the middle of the night, I’d been searching for him for three whole months.

I quit my other jobs, focusing solely on being a delivery driver.

Every time I delivered an order, I’d sneak a look around.

I even scoured the local news every day, terrified I might see him in a headline.

Inside, the auction was still lively.

The lights all focused on that necklace, the diamonds reflecting a dazzling array of colors.

They burned my eyes.

I didn’t go in to confront him. Instead, I stole another glance through the window.

He was dressed in tailored luxury wear, slightly turned to the side, patiently speaking with the woman next to him.

She was nothing like me, who was always grimy and exhausted.

The woman had long, wavy seaweed-green hair, her makeup flawless. Even without the lights, she was radiant.

The man beside them, I knew—it was Victor Lewis, his childhood friend.

They were chatting happily, as if the thirty million was just a number.

"Still the same guy, big spender like back in the day. He sure doesn’t look like the man who hung around that broke girl."

Jack playfully pushed Victor’s forehead.

"Don’t remind me. I almost forgot what it felt like to spend money."

The woman beside him laughed.

"Thirty million, and Jack still thinks it’s not enough?"

She leaned closer, and even from afar, I could catch a whiff of her perfume.

"How about buying me a pair of earrings next?"

Her eyes sparkled with a sultry charm. "You completed the task I gave you, after all. I wouldn’t leave you empty-handed."

Victor laughed exaggeratedly. "Man, if that broke girl knew this was all a game for your amusement, she’d probably be fuming."

The woman’s expression remained indifferent. "Cinderella must face reality eventually."

Jack pinched her cheek with a doting smile.

"Spoiled since childhood."

She pouted. "Fine, go wash off that woman’s scent, or tonight won’t be so pleasant for you."

I saw a flicker of desire in Jack’s eyes.

I’d seen that look so many times before.

"Is that so?"

They exchanged a smile, the possessiveness in his gaze completely unguarded.

Victor chuckled. "Cindy, you were the one who told him to date that poor girl, but now you’re the one who can’t stand her. Haven’t changed a bit, have you?"

"That was then," she glanced toward the window, as if she saw me.

I stepped back instinctively.

I shouldn’t have kept watching, but I couldn’t help it. I saw her mouth the words:

"But now, he’s mine."