Quennel stood in the hallway, knocking. "Stephanie, there's really nothing between us. Victoria just came to drop off your birthday gift."
Hearing the words "birthday gift" only made Stephanie feel more aggrieved.-
"My birthday was over a day ago. Do I need your mistress to bring me my gift?"
Quennel protested, "Don't talk like that. Victoria is not my mistress."
Stephanie laughed through her tears. "Then who is? Am I?"
Unable to get her to open the door, Quennel left.
It made sense, really. As the young master of a top-tier elite family, he was used to being coddled wherever he went.
The honeymoon trip to the Maldives never happened for Stephanie.
But someone else went in her place.
The next afternoon, her best friend, Cecilia Parker, sent her a photo.
"What's going on? Is Quennel cheating on you? Why did he take Victoria to the Maldives?"
In the photo, Victoria was wearing a bikini, a massive diamond ring on her ring finger so bright it was blinding.
Stephanie recognized it.
The ring was a globally exclusive design, one of a kind, symbolizing a love that was one and only for a lifetime.
A few days ago, it had been bought at auction for an exorbitant price by a mysterious tycoon.
And now, it was on Victoria’s hand.
Victoria was sitting in the turquoise water, her skirt hitched up, revealing a pair of slender, toned legs curled beneath her in a tantalizingly forbidden pose.
A few meters away, under a beach umbrella, Quennel held a coconut drink, his gaze fixed gently on her.
To any observer, they looked like a newlywed couple on their honeymoon.
Cecilia tried to comfort her. "Stephanie, don't be sad. Victoria isn't one of us. She has no background, no family. I'll help you tear her down!"
Stephanie replied, "If you mess with Quennel's new flame, he'll fight you to the death. Besides, I don't want this man anymore anyway."
Cecilia was taken aback. "What did you say? You don't want Quennel? Can you really let him go? Are you okay with that?"
Everyone in their circle knew that Stephanie had lived with the Gonzalez family since she was sixteen.
After living under the same roof for so many years, even setting aside their romantic relationship, Quennel's parents had long become her own.
Even if they fought, they would still have to eat at the same dinner table when they went home.


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