The Jewelry Was Fake, But My Rage Wasn’t
Language: en
On our fifth wedding anniversary, my mother fell critically ill. In desperation, I had no choice but to sell the gold jewelry Alexander Thorne had given me when we got engaged. At current market prices, it was worth about $90,000, just enough for my mother’s surgery. But before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the sales associate looked at me with disdain. “Ma’am, these pieces are fake. They’re worth less than two thousand dollars, at best.” “Fake?” I froze, stunned. Before I could process it, a familiar female voice suddenly drifted over— “When will the golden throne…