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Two fake identities: Not his true bride Forty eight
EVE'S POV I looked at the sapphire ring on my finger and shook my head. "No, I'm not","Are you sure? I can give you two million for it" the pawnshop owner told me."Two million?", I asked, unbelieving. Was the ring really worth that much? And this was just the price I was getting at a pawnshop. What is its real value? How did Morgan get his hands on such an expensive ring?"Yes" the owner confirmed. "We can pay for it right away",l gnawed on my lip. Two million was more than enough to pay for Sandra's surgery. If I sell this ring, then I…Quickly I shook my head, ridding the thought from my mind. No. I couldn't sell Morgan's gift to her."It's my wedding ring;" I told the owner."I'm not selling it.""Are you sure?" the woman asked as I got ready to leave again. "You look like you could use the money",Was that why they had offered me such a poor price for the bags? They must have thought I was in desperate need of money.I shook my head again."If you're not going to give me a
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Forty nine
EVE'S POV I shut the refrigerator door and turned to Morgan, a confused look on my face. Lifting my hand, I gave a look at the ring on my finger, and then looked at Morgan's stoic face. "What are you talking about?", I asked.I understood that the ring looked a bit different after I had it cleaned and polished, but does it look so different that he wouldn't be able to recognise it? I was about to tell him about the maintenance service when he reached for my hand. He took my hand in his and took off the ring from my finger. Turning the band of the ring, he showed me the inside of the metallic surface."The ring l gave you had my mother's initials," he told me, pinning me with a glare. "This one has none”,I frowned and took a look at the ring. It was true, there was no engraving on the inside of the ring."The ring I gave you has been in my mother's family for ages" he told me. "It's an antique, and this one is obviously a counterfeit. I could tell with just a single look”,I worr
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MORGAN'S POV As Eve walked past me and made her way to the door, I shut my eyes briefly and cursed. Had I been too quick to make the accusation?.Her reaction, her words, her tone... She didn't sound like a guilty person who had been caught.. It sounded more like she had been wronged. Like she hadn't expected me to make such accusations against her.Where was she going to get the ring back? Had she really not known it was not the one I had given her? Had someone lied to her?I left the kitchen and fetched my coat, and then left the apartment and hurried after her, hoping she hadn't gone too far. It was already dark outside.I caught sight of her outside our community, and i followed her as she made her way towards the city centre. She walked briskly, and I didn't have to see her face to know that she was fuming.I had really angered her, hadn't I?.Had I really wrongfully accused her? It would explain her anger. Would she ever forgive me?.She kept walking for a long while, and I st
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty one
EVE'S POV The sound of Morgan's sudden voice surprised me, and I turned around to face him. What was he doing here? Had he followed me? Why? To see whether I would go to wherever it was he thought I had exchanged his ring at?But instead of confronting me, he was looming over the securityguard who had been about to throw me out of the shop threateningly. I supposed he felt it was his duty to defend me. His eyes flickered to mine, and avoiding his gaze, I walked past him and out of the shop.MORGAN'S POV As Eve ignored me and walked out of the shop, I frowned. Of course, she was still mad at me for accusing her of selling my mother's heirloom. But before I could go after her and apologise, I needed to have a talk with the one who had conned her.Turning to the owner, I said, "You had better return the ring you stole from my wife.""Like I've told your wife, I did not exchange her ring. She gave me her ring for a maintenance service and when I was done, I returned it to her. If she
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MORGAN'S POV By the next day, Henry had gathered enough evidence to prove the identity of the woman who had sent the ring to the auction. He made a report at the local station, and she was summoned for interrogation.When I arrived at the station, I saw that it was indeed the woman from the pawnshop. I stood in the next room, watching her interrogation through a glass window in the wall. A speaker in the room allowed me to hear the conversation in the other one."What am I doing here? I should be opening my shop right now" the woman asked, looking at her wrist watch impatiently. My mouth twitched. She didn't seem rattled that she had been summoned to the police station. She must have plenty of experience getting away with screwing people over."We've received a report that you stole a ring yesterday and put it up for auction," the officer replied, gathering a few sheets of paper in his hand."A ring?" The woman asked, her tone implying that what the officer had said was incredulous.
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty three
MORGAN'S POV I found Dickson in a bar, surrounded by several beautiful women. Dickson was a total ladies man, and he knew how to keep his women happy. That was the reason I had thought about him as the best source of advice on how to placate Eve.As I approached his booth, Dickson drove the women away, and they left, a bit hesitant. It appeared that they loved his company as much as he loved theirs. I took that as a sign that I had come to the right guy."What's going on?" He asked him after he sat down and ordered a drink. "I'm assuming it's not about work because otherwise, you wouldn't have met me at a bar."Yeah, had it been about work, I would have had him hurry his ass back to the office. Other than being my vice president at the company, Dickson also happened to be my friend. That was why I was seeking such personal advice from him."I pissed off my wife, and no matter what I do, she won't forgive me. What do you think I should do so she can stop being mad at me?”,He looked
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DICKSON'S POV When Morgan called me, I was still in bed, with my lover lying in my arms. My first thought at seeing Morgan's call was that there was an emergency at work, but then I remembered our meeting the previous night.If that was why Morgan was calling me in the morning, his plan to patch things up with his wife must have failed. Unless he was so happy with the outcome and couldn't wait to share the good news.Shifting away from the woman lying next to me, I received the call. "Morning" I greeted, my voice sleepy and raspy. "What's the news?",Morgan didn't bother with greetings, he just went straight to the point. "She doesn't want my money",I scratched my morning stubble. "Well, that's a tough one. If gifts or money don't work, then you should aim for the heart. If you've hurt her feelings, trying to use money to get forgiveness might make it worse.""You think?" Morgan said grouchily. "And you didn't think to say that last night?","Well, I mean money sure helps, but
Two fake identities: Not his true bride Fifty five
MORGAN'S POV The flowers were so many, that by the time we finished cleaning them up, it was already midnight.Eve made a comment about how there were so much more than she had initially thought, but she didn't ask how much they had cost again. Which was good a thing, i guess. She would probably have an aneurysm if she knew.Once they were all packed into bags, I made a call to Henry to bring a couple of his subordinates to come and get them. It would take a few men to carry them all out of the apartment within the shortest time possible. By the time they arrived, Eve had gone to the bathroom to take a shower. EVE'S POV When I had gotten back from work, I wouldn't have guessed that I would spend the evening cleaning up flowers. I wondered whether they had been delivered with a lorry or something.After taking a shower, I walked back to the kitchen to find food. It was very late, but I was yet to have dinner, and all the flower-gathering activity had left me feeling famished. I was
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