Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

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Nora, wearing an exquisite white cashmere coat, looked gentle and elegant, her ears adorned with Australian white pearls.

Just her shawl around her neck was worth tens of thousands. The saleswoman quickly approached her. “Mrs. Sterling, is Mr. Sterling not accompanying you to select jewelry today?”

“Mrs. Sterling, we’ve received the latest arrivals. Each piece is suitable for you.

“Mrs. Sterling, the jade you asked me to hold for you has arrived. You should try it on; it will complement your complexion beautifully.

The saleswomen addressed her as “Mrs. Sterling” one after another, and Nora looked at Aveline with a triumphant smile, declaring her victory.

Everyone knew that Alexander doted on her like a treasure, but they didn’t realize that Aveline was the

one he had married officially

Aveline’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. Why did she have to meet the person she least

wanted to see at her most miserable moment?

Nora gently asked, “Selling such high–quality rings for cash might lead to a significant loss.”

Aveline reached out and took the ring box. Her face turned ashen. “I’m not selling it.”

“Not selling it? What a pity. I quite like this ring, and considering our previous meeting, I was willing to pay a high price for it. Miss Blackwood, aren’t you short of money?”

The way Nora said this made Aveline realize that Nora had exploited her weakness.

The saleswomen around tried to persuade her, “Miss, this is Mr. Sterling’s fiancee, so Miss Blackwood, you can be sure she will give you a good price. You won’t even have to go through our usual process to get the money.”

The repeated use of “Mrs. Sterling” was truly ironic. She had once sworn to herself that she wouldn’t get a divorce, but a year later, she had become the talk of the town. Aveline felt that her marriage to Alexander

had turned into a calculated farce.

with a smiling face. “Miss Blackwood,

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smug look on Nora’s face was disgusting. Aveline’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not

need to hold onto your dignity?

of taking

two women argued, the ring flew out of the box, arcing through the

moved to retrieve it, but the ring rolled to a pair of exquisitely crafted leather shoes by

the door.

drop of rain fell on her neck, sending a

held the black umbrella, with raindrops falling gently from the curved canopy

black wool coat accentuated his sharp and

was transfixed as she remembered the first time she saw him. He had been twenty years old, standing in a sunlit field wearing a white shirt, as though he were standing at the center of her heart, –forever imprinted in her

knitted sweater, her fine texture making her look even slimmer, with a sharp chin that seemed even more pronounced than it had

was unparalleled in his magnificence, while she was insignificant

hand, about to reach for the ring, froze in place. This ring had been designed by him to her liking–subtle, unique, and the only one

it during showers, she had

she wouldn’t have resorted to this, but the precious. possession she treasured was now considered worthless

wasn’t stepping on the ring; he was

just in time. I saw Aveline selling her

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his frigid gaze fell on Aveline’s frustrated face as he asked coldly, “Are you selling this

her lips to prevent herself from crying. “Yes, Mr. Sterling,

curled into a mocking smile. “I remember how important this ring was to you, Aveline. It seems your love for it wasn’t as deep as you claimed. To me,

nerves. As the tumor grew, the pain had intensified from a mild discomfort to a piercing

couple, looking so perfectly matched under the bright fluorescent lights,

like

argue further. Even if she wanted to give him her whole heart, a man who

picked up the ring. She returned to the counter, retrieving the box.

front of Alexander, even though she was on the verge of passing out from pain. She maintained her determined stride even as her steps felt

muttered softly, “Just like Mr. Sterling, I once considered

something was not quite right with her. Sweat was trickling down her pale forehead, and her complexion had turned ghostly