Sandra had just had a huge fight with her parents, and her throat was raw from crying. "I think I just caught a bit of a cold. It''s nothing serious. Why are you calling sote? Is Lionel drunk again? Give me the address; I''ll go pick him up."


    Owen took a couple of deep breaths and slowed the car down before speaking. "Ms. Woods, do you remember the ne Mr. Rosenberg had me give you a while ago?"


    Sandra''s body tensed. "Did Lionel say something?" she asked, her grip tightening on her phone. He hadn''t mentioned it when they met the other day, and she had hoped the matter was forgotten.


    "I''m so sorry, Ms. Woods, but I made a mistake. Mr. Rosenberg wasn''t clear at the time, and I assumed the ne was for you. I only found out today that it was... it was meant for Hannah."


    After he said the words, Owen let out a long, silent breath and stopped at a red light, waiting for her response.


    Sandra was stunned for a few seconds. Her lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.


    A mistake?


    So the ne was never for her. What did that make her, then, parading around in front of Hannah all this time?


    A clown?


    No wonder Hannah hadn''t been angry or jealous when she heard Lionel had specially ordered it for her.


    "Ms. Woods?" Owen''s voice was tinged with panic when he heard only silence. "Are you there? I''m so, so sorry. This is all my fault."


    Sandra wiped away a tear and forced a smile.


    "Did Lionel me you when he found out you made a mistake?" she asked, her voice gentle.


    Hearing her concern for him even now, Owen was ovee with guilt. "No," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I''m so sorry, Ms. Woods. I''ve caused you so much trouble."


    "It''s fine, I''m not upset. I''m just worried Lionel will be too hard on you. I''ll talk to him tomorrow. It''s not really your fault. Hannah saw me wearing it and never said a word. If she had, none of this would have happened."


    "Ms. Woods, you''re too kind. Thank you. I really am sorry for the trouble."


    Sandra managed to keep her voice steady as she offered a few more words offort before hanging up.


    The moment the call ended, her face


    contorted in a mask of rage. He


    bloodshot eyes stared at her phone as if she could buma hole through it.


    Bitch!


    That damn bitch!


    That ne should have been hers. How dare it be Hannah''s?


    "Ahhh! Hannah! Why don''t you just die! Damn you, damn you! Ahhh!"


    She sat on her bed and hurled her phone


    grabgainst the wall, then I her duvet and let out el


    guttural scream of rage


    She had stolen her fiancé, her man, and now her ne, and she was still finding ways to humiliate her!


    Die. Just die!


    The next morning, as soon as Hannah came downstairs, a maid rushed to greet her.


    "Madam, breakfast is ready."


    Hannah nodded. Lionel must have had a word with them. The staff had never treated her this way before.


    When she entered the dining room,


    she saw not only avishly prepared breakfast but also a red velvet box on the table.


    "Open it," Lionel said quietly.


    Hannah gave him a suspicious look, then reached out and opened the box.