Repurposing My Anniversary Gift

The day before my fifth wedding anniversary to my husband, the jewelry store manager called me. He reported that the expensive jewelry I had commissioned for my husband had been accidentally damaged by the staff. However, the shop was willing to pay a penalty for breach of contract.

He hung up before I could lose my temper.

I immediately received a message from my husband and $6 million in compensation.

[So you're the shameless homewrecker. How dare you keep my husband's contact information! I'm warning you: I've given you the money, now get lost! Otherwise, I'll have to teach you a lesson!]

The woman smugly sent me an intimate photo to follow up on her threats.

Looking at the familiar side profile, I immediately called my biological parents, who were high-ranking businesspeople. "Dad, Mom, put the Shelby family's investment on hold for now. I'm getting a big gift ready for them!"

After hanging up the call, I called my assistant and asked him to immediately divide the properties under my name and my husband's, Cedric Shelby. I wanted to minimize the losses of this situation.

I immediately drove to the jewelry store. Just as I was about to get out of the car, I received a call from Cedric. "Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?"

I sneered and looked at the familiar figure in the jewelry store, replying, "Sure, but there's a transfer document that needs your signature. I'll send you the soft copy!"

He immediately hung up the call.

Looking at the signed contract, I got out of the car and headed straight for the jewelry store. As soon as I entered, I saw Queenie Steward, the heiress of the Steward family, sitting in the VIP room. When she saw me come in, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and her minions immediately surrounded me.

"Oh! Isn't this Nicole Steward, the adopted daughter of the Steward family? How dare she come to such a high-end jewelry store? Did she prostitute herself?"

"It's hard to say. After all, everyone knows Nicole is a homewrecking loser!"

Queenie had a smug expression. When her gaze fell on my wrist, a flash of anger crossed her eyes. She roared, "Nicole, how dare you steal my bracelet!"

As she spoke, she slapped my face hard, saying indignantly, "You wretch! Wasn't it enough to steal my life? How dare you steal the bracelet my hubby was going to give me! Why don't you just go to hell?"

Disdainful glances were immediately shot at me. Someone chimed in, "Queenie, calm down. Some people are just born bad, and you can't change that."

"Yeah! Instead of wasting our breath on her, we should just call the police and send her to jail for rehabilitation!"

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and said icily, "I'm not the one who should be in jail!"

Before they could react, I laid out my marriage certificate and Cedric's bank transfer records for Queenie in front of everyone. "All the gifts and money Cedric has given you over the years are our marital property. If I were to sue you and you couldn't repay me, how many years would you be sentenced to?"

Everyone was shocked upon seeing the marriage certificate. The onlookers hesitated slightly.

However, Queenie was fearless. She could still be sarcastic at a time like this. "So you're that woman! Cedric told me long ago that some wretch sends him private messages every day and claims she's a queen who's come to save him!"