snapped. The tension of the past few days, weeks, the last
three fucking years, exploded out of her. “He designed it for
my mom. Each year for every year they were married. He
crafted it and remade it over and over again. It was his hands
that carved it out. His genius that fashioned it. He took all the
love he felt for her, and he made it tangible and visible. That
necklace meant more to him than you could ever know. It
meant more to her. I’ve already lost her, and now I’m losing
him, and you won’t lend it to me for just half an hour?”
There was not so much as a flicker in those green eyes
turned to stone and ice. “No.”
“Why did you even agree to this meeting if you weren’t
going to hear me out?” Her voice shook. She sounded small.
She felt small. Invisible. Defeated.
Giana’s face stayed neutral. “I was interested in hearing
what you had to say, and now I’ve heard it and now I’m not
interested.”
It was all just too fucking much. Hysteria writhed inside her,
creeping up her throat. “Is this a game to you?” Coralyn
snapped. “You’re richer and more powerful than I am so you
think you can toy with me?”
Blood rushed in her ears. She was being ripped in half. Torn
to shreds. Not just her dignity, but her heart. She was here for
her father. The man she loved more than her own life. She was
losing him and now she was being mocked and ridiculed by
this woman who dared to do it just because she could,
dismissed as if she were trash and not a human being with real
feelings.
Coralyn felt like she was the one dying right here in this
office. She’d never met a crueller, more terrible human being