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

Chapter 13

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.

approached her with a smiling face. “Miss Blackwood, why don’t

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disgusting. Aveline’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not selling it.”

you’re already at your wits end. Do you really need to hold onto your dignity? If I were you, I’d let it go. Has no one

fond of taking things, why don’t

of the box, arcing through the air, and landed on the ground with

rolled to a pair of exquisitely crafted leather

the door.

it up, and a drop of rain fell on her

heartless eyes of Alexander. He still held the black umbrella,

wool coat accentuated his

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

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

his magnificence, while she was

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

placed it on her finger, except for removing it during showers, she

need for money, she wouldn’t have resorted to this, but the precious. possession

wasn’t stepping on the ring; he was stepping on all her precious memories.

arrived just in time.

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on Aveline’s frustrated face as he asked coldly, “Are

tears, clenching her lips to prevent herself from crying. “Yes, Mr. Sterling, are you interested in buying it?”

seems your love for it wasn’t as deep

a sharp pain stabbed through her stomach, triggering her nerves. As the tumor grew, the

perfectly matched under the bright fluorescent lights, characters from a classic

like

she wanted to give him her whole

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

even though she was on the verge of passing out from pain. She maintained her determined stride even as her

I once considered it my destiny. Now, it’s merely a

not quite right with her. Sweat was trickling down her pale forehead, and her complexion