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Chapter 55 - The Sharp Edge of Truth
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Isabel’s POVEmerson’s words hit me like a hammer. The realization of what he was saying made my heart sink. If I wanted to reclaim my mother’s necklace, I would have to go through bankruptcy all over again.The thought made my stomach twist with anxiety. “I need to think,” I murmured. My voice was barely audible, as if speaking louder would make the situation more real.Emerson nodded, his expression unreadable. “Take your time. But remember, the auction won’t wait forever.”As he left the room, I sank into the chair, feeling the exhaustion wash over me. My mind raced with possibilities. Each one seemed more futile than the last.My mind was a storm of thoughts.
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Isabel’s POVIt was absurd. Show him weakness? Why would I ever do that again? Emerson's question echoed in my mind, stirring a mix of anger and disbelief. Were my worries about money not enough to satisfy his cruel heart?I had begged him for help before. Each time had only deepened the wounds he’d already inflicted. How could he even ask such a question now? How could he expect me to show weakness, after everything that happened?I took a deep breath, trying to steady the tumult of emotions swirling inside me. I had to keep my walls up. I had to protect myself from his twisted mind games. I couldn’t give him any power over my heart ever again.“I may not be as rich as you,” I began, my voice trembling with the effort to keep
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Isabel’s POVI barely registered the auctioneer’s words as the auction officially began. The room was filled with the hum of people bidding, their voices rising and falling with each item presented. But to me, it was all just noise, distant and meaningless. The expensive artifacts, the glittering jewels, the rare art pieces—they were nothing more than props in a show I had no interest in.I let my eyes wander across the room. The opulent displays of wealth were all blurring together. It was as if I were watching a movie, completely detached from the scene unfolding before me. I was just a spectator, a ghost among the living. My thoughts began to drift. I got carried away by the memories that still lingered like shadows in the back of my mind.I remembered the first year of my marriage to Emerson. He had taken me to events like this one—grand auctions where the rich and powerful gathered to flaunt their wealth."Isabel," he had said as we entered one of those glittering venues, his ha
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