My name is Blanche Callum. For five years, I’ve played the role of Zain Jacob’s dutiful wife. All I got in return was watching him give his devotion to another woman. I thought a second baby might be our last chance. He agreed, and for a moment, I dared to hope. But I was just a vessel, a womb safe enough to risk for the heir his mistress couldn’t. Then, my own daughter chose her arms over mine. That was my breaking point. I ended the pregnancy, demanded a divorce, and walked away from the man I loved and the child I lost. But now, on the verge of freedom, the man who treated me like air suddenly won’t let me breathe. His cold fury follows my every move. He broke my heart. Why is he now so desperate to keep the pieces?


The moment Vincent stepped onto the stage, panic crashed over me like a wave. I couldn't stop myself from crying out, "Vincent, what are you doing? Get down!"


Both Zain and Joanna caught my desperate shout.


Vincent heard me too, but he didn't hesitate for a second. He strode up on stage and grabbed the microphone from the auctioneer.


Standing there, Vincent raised an eyebrow at the crowd and declared, "I bid 40 million. Anyone else want to raise the bid? If so, I'll add another five million on top of whatever you offer."


Vincent's message was crystal clear—no matter the price, he was going to get that bracelet.


Zain Jacob wasn't someone to mess with, and with Joanna wanting the piece so desperately, Vincent's move was obvious—he was picking a fight with Zain until the bitter end.


Chapter 62 - Chapter 62 His Words Were So Earnest