He won the best, but lost me
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“Be careful with that, Emma," my boss at the high-end courier service warned, handing me the velvet-lined case. "That bottle is worth more than your life. It’s for the penthouse gala at the Sterling Heights. If it breaks, don't bother coming back.”
I clutched the case to my chest like it was a newborn child.
The soles of my shoes were so thin I could feel every jagged pebble on the pavement. My feet ached, a dull, throbbing reminder of the sixteen-hour shifts I’d been pulling for the last three months.
But every time I felt like collapsing, I thought of Liam. He met with an accident five years ago and could not work.
So, I became the bread-earner in our family.
Today was our wedding anniversary. And this last expensive delivery could earn me a decent gift for him.
"The host is on the terrace," a waiter whispered as I reached the penthouse, eyeing my worn-out sneakers with disdain. "Hurry up. He doesn't like to be kept waiting.”
I walked toward the terrace, my heart hammering. I just wanted to drop this off, get my signature, and run to Liam. I pushed through the crowd, dodging silk gowns and tailored tuxedos.
Then, I stopped.
The man standing at the edge of the terrace looked familiar.
He was wearing a bespoke midnight-blue tuxedo that cost more than our three years of rent. His hair was slicked back, his posture commanding and regal. He was way too rich to cross paths with me in my entire life.
But, my heart skipped a beat as he turned back to look at his friends.
It was Liam. My Liam. With other woman, offering the world to her.
I clutched the case to my chest like it was a newborn child.
The soles of my shoes were so thin I could feel every jagged pebble on the pavement. My feet ached, a dull, throbbing reminder of the sixteen-hour shifts I’d been pulling for the last three months.
But every time I felt like collapsing, I thought of Liam. He met with an accident five years ago and could not work.
So, I became the bread-earner in our family.
Today was our wedding anniversary. And this last expensive delivery could earn me a decent gift for him.
"The host is on the terrace," a waiter whispered as I reached the penthouse, eyeing my worn-out sneakers with disdain. "Hurry up. He doesn't like to be kept waiting.”
I walked toward the terrace, my heart hammering. I just wanted to drop this off, get my signature, and run to Liam. I pushed through the crowd, dodging silk gowns and tailored tuxedos.
Then, I stopped.
The man standing at the edge of the terrace looked familiar.
He was wearing a bespoke midnight-blue tuxedo that cost more than our three years of rent. His hair was slicked back, his posture commanding and regal. He was way too rich to cross paths with me in my entire life.
But, my heart skipped a beat as he turned back to look at his friends.
It was Liam. My Liam. With other woman, offering the world to her.
