Everest's Guardian Hubby Watched Me Freeze My Ghost Knows Where He'll Burn novel Chapter 44

Chapter 3

That night, I lay curled up in bed, my fingers idly scrolling through my phone while Sean’s arms wrapped securely around me from behind, his warmth comforting against the coolness of the sheets. The soft glow of the screen illuminated the room just enough to see the message that popped up from Brittany.

“Holy shit! Lanie! That Heart of the Ocean necklace Sean bought at the charity gala last week—surely that has to be for you, right?!”

Attached was a crystal-clear photo.

In it, a massive sapphire necklace sparkled brilliantly under the bright lights, its deep blue hues mesmerizing and impossible to ignore.

I couldn’t help but think back to the necklace Sean had gently fastened around my neck earlier—a beautiful piece, certainly, crafted with care and elegance—but it paled in comparison to the one in the photo.

So that necklace… wasn’t meant for me.

A bitter ache settled deep in my chest, spreading like ice through my limbs until they felt numb and distant. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill, but the slight movement stirred Sean awake.

He shifted closer, sensing the quiet sobs escaping me. With a soft, loving sigh, he rolled me gently over to face him and showered my cheeks with tender kisses.

When his lips brushed against the wetness on my skin, he murmured, “I’m sorry, baby. I made you cry again.”

That was Sean—flawed, but with an uncanny way of breaking through my walls and melting my heart, no matter how much pain I felt.

***

The next morning, Sean’s side of the bed was cold and empty. A knock at the door announced the arrival of a courier carrying a pristine white cocktail dress.

My phone buzzed shortly after. Sean’s familiar, deep voice came through the speaker.

“Morning, sleepyhead. You up? I need you to come with me to an event tonight.”

I hesitated, unsure.

He chuckled softly, trying to ease my nerves. “Don’t worry. It’s just a birthday party for a friend’s son.”

Eventually, I slipped into the dress, its fabric smooth and cool against my skin.

She stopped directly in front of me, her eyes flickering down to the necklace resting at my throat.

“Miss Brooke, that necklace looks lovely on you. I guess I picked the right one after all.”

My body froze. A chill ran through me, blood turning to ice.

Unfazed by my pale face, she continued in a light, sweet tone, as if unaware of the storm she’d stirred.

“Sean’s hopeless at this stuff. Total guy, you know?”

“He mentioned wanting to get you a gift, so I thought I’d save him the trouble and pick something out myself. I hope you don’t mind?”

Her words dripped with mockery, pity, and cruel satisfaction.

Every expression I’d dreaded—the sneers, the pitying glances, the malicious glee—flashed across the faces around me.

Unable to bear it, I bolted, stumbling my way through the crowd, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere.