Elliot put the artifact back in its box and shot me a warning look.

"This thing's been lost for centuries. How would a servant end up with it? It's obviously a fake!"

"She's right. Something this precious, and even the Farleys couldn't track it down? But somehow she found it?"

The crowd murmured in agreement. No one believed someone of my station could possibly have gotten her hands on the Bloodstone Qilin.

"This woman made a counterfeit, and I'm going to teach her a lesson she won't forget!" Gladys pulled out her phone and dialed. "I'm sending you straight to the police!"

Within minutes, the wail of a patrol car cut through the air. Elliot grabbed my arm without ceremony and dragged me toward the front entrance.

"Imogen, if you beg me right now, I can make this go away."

I didn't even look at him. Beg? He could keep dreaming.

I hadn't broken any laws. Why would I beg anyone for anything?

Least of all this worthless excuse for a man.

The front doors loomed ahead, officers already waiting on the other side. Elliot panicked. He seized my shoulders and forced me to stop.

"Do you really have to be this stubborn? Just swallow your pride for once! Whether this is a fake or something that actually belongs to the Farleys, blowing this up won't end well for anyone!"

I gave him a sidelong glance, my eyes full of contempt.

"I don't bow to dogs."

"You—!"

His face went scarlet.

"Fine! Then don't blame me for washing my hands of you. I'd love to see how you explain yourself to the police!"

Gladys and I, the accuser and the accused, were taken to the station. Elliot followed close behind.

Gladys watched me the whole ride. When I said nothing, she mistook my silence for fear, and the look she gave me turned even more scornful.

"Officers, look!" She held up the box the moment we walked in. "This is the Farleys' legendary Bloodstone Qilin! And it was found on a servant. If she didn't steal it, how else would she have gotten it? On top of that, this woman has a criminal record! Lock her up!"

The officer on duty listened to Gladys, then looked me up and down in my servant's uniform. Disdain settled over his face immediately.

"All right. Start talking. How'd you get this?"

"I bought it. Give it back."

He didn't believe a word. In his eyes, a servant couldn't possibly afford the Bloodstone Qilin.

"If the Farleys find out about this, you're done for. So you'd better come clean now. Cooperate and maybe you'll get a lighter sentence. Unless you're eager to go back to prison?"

Gladys's shrill voice cut in from beside me. I ignored her completely.

I turned to the officer and asked if I could make a phone call. He nodded. I pulled out my phone and dialed Dudley's number.

The call connected.

And in that same instant, the phone was slapped out of my hand. It hit the concrete floor with a sickening crack.

"Oh, give it up, sis." Gladys's voice dripped with mock sweetness. "Who are you even calling? Your dead mother? Or some man you found on the side? I heard you shacked up with some guy thirty years older than you. The second you left Elliot, you turned into nothing. Proved everyone right."

While she was still talking, she reached into her purse, pulled out a thick stack of cash, and tossed it at the officer. His eyes lit up. He mumbled something about having other business to attend to, handed the Bloodstone Qilin over to Gladys, and walked away without a backward glance.

"Tell you what, I'll be generous." Gladys smiled down at me. "If the Farleys found out you were trying to pass off a fake as the real thing, and then it came out that you're Elliot's ex-wife? The embarrassment alone would bury you. So here's what we'll do. Get on your knees. Knock your head on the floor twice. Thank me. And I'll let you walk out of here today."

I stood where I was. Silent. Still.

My eyes were fixed on the phone lying on the floor, split clean in two.

That phone. I'd carried it for years.

My mother gave it to me as a birthday present, right before she died. She'd been frail for so long, barely able to stand, spending her days collecting bottles and scraps to save up a little money. And she'd used it to buy me a phone that cost five figures.

I still remembered the last words my mother ever said to me: "Imogen, that man doesn't love you. Let him go. Mama will always love you, and you have to always love yourself."

At the time, I'd been stunned. I couldn't understand why she would say something like that. She had always liked Elliot. He'd played the role of the perfect husband flawlessly back then, without a single crack in the facade.

It wasn't until later, after I'd done some digging, that I learned the truth. Elliot had deliberately gotten intimate with Gladys right outside my mother's hospital room. The shock was too much for her. She spiraled into severe depression.

Already frail and not wanting to be a burden on me, she jumped from the roof of the hospital.

I let out a quiet breath, my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached.

"Gladys Fox, you'd better pray my phone can be repaired."

"It's just a phone. You think I can't afford to pay you back for it?"

Elliot frowned at my fixation. "Are you looking down on me? If you hadn't leaked those secrets and bankrupted me, I'd probably be the richest man in the city by now!"

I scoffed. Leaked secrets? Back then, what I'd wanted to do was kill him.

"What's that look supposed to mean?"

Gladys sensed the shift in my mood and immediately stepped in front of Elliot, shielding him.

"Elliot, don't be scared. Worst case, I'll take another hit for you. I'm not afraid of anything."

Elliot stroked her hair tenderly and pulled her behind him.

Then he strode forward and wrapped his hand around my throat.

"Imogen, I was careless before, and you got the better of me. Let's make a little bet. Think you'll die by my hand today?"

I reacted fast, pulling a short blade from my sleeve and slashing toward him. He dodged it with surprising agility.

But before I could recover, something slammed into the back of my skull. Gladys. A vase.

Blood seeped down from my forehead, warm and thick. I forced myself upright. I would not bow my head in front of these two.

"I knew you'd try something. Imogen, I'm not letting you off easy today!"

Elliot seized a fistful of my hair and hurled me sideways. My body cracked against the wall.

Just before everything went dark, I heard his voice.

"Imogen! Are you alright?"

Thank God.

I closed my eyes.

You finally came.