Chapter 4

"How was I supposed to know it would fall out?" Ethan's tone softened a little, but quickly hardened again. "It's just a cheap old bracelet, isn't it? Such poor quality, how much could it be worth? I'll just get you a new one tomorrow."

"My mom left this to me."

"So what if your mom left it to you? Whose fault is it that you didn't put it away properly?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Alright, don't stand there looking so mournful. Clean it up and get out. Don't disturb my landscaping."

Mom told me when she gave me the bracelet that if I married the right man, I wouldn't need to wear it. But if I married the wrong man, this bracelet would be my last resort, my ultimate security. I had smiled then, saying, "Ethan is so good, how could I possibly marry the wrong man?"

He really was good back then, so good that I thought having him was all I needed for this life.

I squatted down, picking up the broken jade piece by piece. The broken pieces were sharp, cutting my fingers, and blood welled up. I didn't feel the pain. I just felt that the idea of spraying them to death with disinfectant earlier was far too merciful.

"Alright, I'll clean it up."

I stood up, put the shattered jade back in the box, and turned to walk out of the master bedroom.

That night, I sat at my computer in the guest room all night. I didn't cry, and I didn't make a scene. I simply ordered a few extremely tiny pinhole cameras online, along with an industrial-grade temperature control system.

Ethan, you like miniature worlds so much, don't you? You think nothing in this world is more important than your thrills, right? Then I'll help you make that world a little more perfect.

"I hope you two enjoy your stay in this tank," I said softly, looking at the order confirmation page on my computer screen.