My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 36

**He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**

Grant’s eyes narrowed to slits, his expression a mask of disbelief and indignation. “That’s simply impossible,” he declared, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “That bracelet was a birthday gift for my girlfriend. I chose that sapphire myself, and had it custom-cut just for her. There’s no way anything like that could exist anywhere else on this planet.”

“Grant, even if I respect you, you can’t just throw accusations around like that,” the girl retorted sharply, her annoyance palpable as she pulled out her phone with a flourish. “I bought this online just last week. It cost me two hundred and fifty dollars. Are you telling me the bracelet you gave your girlfriend was only worth that much?”

With a flick of her wrist, she thrust the purchase record right in front of him, her tone laced with derision, as if she found the entire situation amusing.

Grant’s gaze was glued to the image of the bracelet displayed on her screen, his heart racing. The tabletop in the seller’s photo looked strikingly similar to Oriana’s vanity, where countless moments had been spent together, surrounded by memories.

In a sudden rush of recollection, Grant remembered the scarf Oriana had taken to clean, a piece of fabric she’d never returned. It had been one of her favorites, vibrant and warm, but now it felt like a ghost haunting him.

He snatched the girl’s phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened the seller’s page. The history of past sales was laid bare before him, each item a painful reminder of their shared history.

Scrolling through dozens of transactions, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Each piece was achingly familiar, a testament to their life together, sold off at prices that made him want to laugh bitterly.

Even the scarf she had worn on that frigid day, the one that had left her fingers frostbitten and her joints aching, had been sold for a mere ten dollars.

Why would Oriana do this?

Just then, Luna approached, her arms laden with a stack of textbooks. “Grant, it’s heavy. Can you help me carry it? Uh, what are you guys doing?” she asked, her voice breaking through the tension.

Grant stood there, his back to her, rigid and unyielding. As she drew nearer, he abruptly turned on his heel, not sparing her a glance. He climbed into his car and sped away, leaving her calls trailing behind him like echoes in the wind.

“Grant—” Luna called after him, frustration bubbling within her. She wanted to chase after him, to understand, but the weight of her books made it nearly impossible, and her heels wobbled precariously beneath her.

“Grant looks so scary. Could the seller really be his girlfriend?” she mused, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched him disappear.

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**Chapter 36: The Deals**

“I think so. Otherwise, why would he be so furious? But he didn’t even look back, so he’s not waiting for his girlfriend, right?” one girl speculated, her brow furrowed in thought.

“Definitely not. The listing said the ex-boyfriend had broken up with her, and it was being sold cheap—no gifts involved. Grant must’ve already been dumped,” another chimed in, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

“He acts so devoted, yet he never picked up his girlfriend even once while they were dating. Now that he’s been dumped, he suddenly has time to give rides to other women. If it were me, I’d dump him too. Total jerk,” one girl remarked, her voice dripping with disdain.

The girls who had once been swooning over Grant now exchanged glances, their expressions shifting as they cast Luna a withering look. Her face paled under their scrutiny, feeling the weight of their judgment.

Meanwhile, Grant navigated the chaotic rush hour traffic, his anger simmering just below the surface. He stormed into his apartment, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls.

Silence enveloped the space, broken only by the distant hum of city life outside the window.

“Oriana, how long are you going to keep acting like this?” he shouted, frustration lacing his words. He tugged at his shirt collar, his mind racing as he strode toward Oriana’s room, his shoes clattering against the floor.

But then, a chilling realization struck him. He froze mid-step, the weight of dread settling heavily in his chest as he glanced toward the living room.

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