Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 83

Dean’s gaze dropped and he noticed the bracelet right away. His frown deepened.

Just days ago, at the Liuguang Pavilion auction, the final piece—Starry Strawberry Crystal—had stunned everyone. The bracelet on Emmy’s wrist looked exactly the same. Every socialite and heiress there had wanted it. The price had shot up to fifty million before a mysterious bidder on the second floor snagged it with a single, sky-high offer.

Now, both Dean and Evelina were staring at her wrist. Emmy instinctively covered the bracelet with her other hand, lifting her chin and curling her lips into a cold, mocking smile.

“My husband gave it to me. Why, is that a problem? Honestly, I think it’s way prettier than some flashy, overrated diamond.”

“That’s not the real one,” Dean said suddenly, his voice flat and cold, full of certainty.

He knew Emmy too well. If she’d actually gotten that one-of-a-kind bracelet, she’d be showing it off, not hiding it away like this.

He stared at her, eyes filled with open disdain and disappointment.

“Emmy, when did you start wearing fakes? Is this what you’ve become now that you’re not with me?”

“Fakes?” Evelina’s face showed pure shock, then shifted into a look of pity. “Emmy, if you like crystal, I’ll have Dean buy you some real ones. These cheap imitations are full of glue and chemicals—they’re bad for you. Not safe at all.”

Emmy almost laughed out loud from pure frustration. “My husband’s going to be back soon. Please leave. I don’t want him to walk in and get the wrong idea about me and my ex.”

Her words landed like a slap. An ex and the woman who stole him still showing up in her hospital room—how generous did they think she was?

Dean’s face went dark, his expression icy.

He let out a short, bitter laugh. “You’re really getting into character just to piss me off, huh?”

He walked over to the nightstand, running his hand along the rim of her water glass.

“So this new husband of yours just leaves you here by yourself? Can’t even make sure you have something warm to drink? That’s what you call caring?”

Emmy shot him a frosty glare. “He takes care of me better than you ever did.”

Emmy didn’t bother to answer. She just glanced at Evelina, who was clearly starting to lose her smile.

Suddenly, Evelina grabbed Dean’s arm, her voice sweet as sugar. “Dean, the play’s about to start. Let’s go. Let Emmy enjoy her treats in peace.”

But Dean grabbed Emmy’s wrist and forced the lychee into her palm.

“Is it really worth it, picking some loser just to spite me? When you get out of here, I’ll come pick you up myself. As for him, he can go right back where he came from.”

With that, he shot her a final cold look, took Evelina by the arm, and stormed out of the room.

As the door clicked shut, Emmy looked at the lychee in her hand like it was something dirty and tossed it straight into the trash. She grabbed a wet wipe and scrubbed her hands—especially the spot where Dean had touched her wrist.

Right then, the door swung open again.