My mother gave Georgina, my wife, an heirloom jade bracelet. She wore it once, then gave it to her assistant’s dog. The assistant posted a photo bragging: “My little buddy has his master’s mark now. He’ll be loyal forever.” My secretary, Sarah, sent me a screenshot. The photo showed the assistant and his dog. The jade bracelet was shattered into two pieces. One piece was on the dog. The other piece was made into a necklace and worn by the assistant. I messaged my wife, demanding an explanation, but she didn’t reply. Ten minutes later, I posted something on Ins: “Turns out haute couture fabric is amazing. Even animals look a little more human in it.” The photo showed all of Georgina’s designer clothes from her closet, cut up and draped over a pig. After posting, I silenced my phone and put it in my pocket. Then I grabbed my keys, got in my car, and drove to her fashion studio. This morning, Georgina told me she was going out of town for a business trip. Now I knew her “business trip” was actually a date with her assistant. I called a locksmith to break the door open, then I walked straight to the display cabinets on the second floor with a pair of scissors. All the clothes inside were her life’s work for the past decade. Next Saturday, she was supposed to take these designs to the fashion design finals. If everything went as planned, she’d win the championship and finally achieve her dream, one she’d worked ten years for. I smirked, then punched the glass display case without hesitation. It shattered instantly. In less than ten minutes, all the clothes inside were shredded beyond recognition. Looking at the empty studio, I finally sat down, satisfied, and pulled out my phone. My phone was flooded with missed calls. In our five years of marriage, this had never happened before. As soon as I clicked on a voicemail, Georgina’s call came in again. The moment I answered, Georgina launched into a furious rant: “Bradley, have you lost your mind?! Do you have any idea how much money I spent on those clothes?!” I slowly settled into my seat, a slight curve on my lips: “What? You’re mad over a few pieces of clothing?” “Why were you so generous when you gave the bracelet my parents gave me to your assistant?” “That heirloom jade bracelet from my parents was worth millions. Is it worth less than your clothes?” Georgina was speechless. After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke softly: “That wasn’t the one your parents gave me. I bought a new one as a reward for his hard work.” “Bradley, I’m still wearing your parents’ bracelet. It’s perfectly fine. I didn’t give it to anyone.” Then she sent me a photo of herself wearing a bracelet. But I knew, no matter how similar it looked, it wasn’t the one my parents gave me. That one was custom-made, with our initials engraved. McCaw had scratched off my name and put that piece around the dog’s neck. The piece with Georgina’s name was around his own neck. It was almost impressive how much effort she put into lying to me. I smirked: “Is that so? Well, I’m sorry to say your clothes really were worn by a pig.” “I’m at your studio now. Get the bracelet back here in thirty minutes.” “Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what will happen to the rest of the things in your display cases.” Hearing my threat, Georgina’s voice was filled with boundless fury: “Bradley!! Don’t you dare!! If you destroy my designs, I swear I’ll never forgive you!” I calmly replied: “I’ll be waiting. Just a friendly reminder, it’ll take you at least three hours to get back here. It’ll take me less than five minutes to destroy everything.” Hearing my harsh words, Georgina hung up. Two minutes later, Georgina sent me two photos. One was the shattered pieces of the jade bracelet, the other was a shipping tracking number. “Satisfied? I got it back! It’s a pile of junk now. If you still want it, I’ll send it to you!” I casually flipped my phone over, took a picture of the messy floor, and sent it to her. “Satisfied, very satisfied. But unfortunately, your clothes are also ruined. Looks like you won’t be making it to next week’s fashion show.” The moment the message sent, a hysterical roar came through: “Bradley! Have you lost your mind?! That was my dream! I spent ten years preparing, ten years!” I slowly fiddled with a design sketch in my hand, a smirk playing on my lips: “How much is your dream worth? Making me unhappy is the price you pay!” With that, I hung up the phone, no longer bothering with her impotent rage. Georgina and I had an arranged marriage. Our parents were business partners. On our engagement day, my mother gave Georgina my family’s ancestral daughter-in-law’s bracelet. Our names were engraved inside the jade, a wish for us to be united in heart and support each other always. After we got married, our feelings grew over time, and we spent a few sweet, happy years together. Later, the initial passion faded, but we still treated each other with mutual respect. I thought we could continue to support each other forever. But I never imagined that in just five years, my partner would develop other intentions. I understood that love doesn’t come with a ‘best before’ date, and eternal devotion is a tall order. But I would never allow my spouse to betray me so openly within our marriage. And I certainly wouldn’t allow my parents’ keepsakes to be trampled on like that.
The next day, Georgina took the earliest flight back. She stormed into my company, ignoring Sarah’s attempts to stop her. She kicked my office door open and threw a pile of shredded papers onto my desk. “Bradley, ruining my clothes wasn’t enough? Why did you have to destroy my design sketches? Do you know how much work went into those? I worked overtime for two months, drawing every single one!” Her arrival didn’t surprise me at all. I looked up, glancing at Sarah, who understood immediately and left, closing the door behind her. “You’re so generous, so talented, are you really going to fuss over these two sketches?” “Bradley! Are you insane? You’re retaliating against me like this, all for a bracelet!” she roared. Watching her unravel hysterically, I smiled: “Georgina, you’re married, do I need to remind you? Are you really that fond of dogs? Should I buy your assistant a leash so you can walk him around all the time?” Georgina was speechless for a long moment, then fumed: “Bradley! You… you’re crazy! A pervert! I told you, there’s nothing going on between us!” “McCaw is a diligent worker. I was rewarding an employee, what’s wrong with giving a gift? Your unreasonable outburst ruined two months of preparation.” Listening to her accusations, I let out a humorless laugh: “My unreasonable outburst?” “Fine, assume I’m being unreasonable! Don’t forget, your design team and studio were all arranged by me. I can give you the chance to pursue your dreams. And I can also crush your dreams in an instant!” This was the first time I’d ever lost my temper so badly since we got married. She froze for a moment, her eyes filled with disappointment: “Bradley, I never knew you were this kind of person before? Someone who casually abuses power. I don’t want your studio anymore! And from now on, you stay out of my business.” With that, she turned and slammed the door shut. I walked out of my office and saw her assistant standing by the door. When he saw Georgina come out, he eagerly went to her side to support her as they left. Before leaving, he glanced at me, a flicker of triumph in his eyes.
From that day on, we entered a cold war. Georgina never came back. I was busy with work and didn’t contact her either. But a week later, Sarah sent me a screenshot. It was McCaw’s SnapChat post: “Even though we missed the championship, we still got a great ranking. Georgina is truly excellent~” “Thanks to Georgina for taking me to the auction to experience it! She said she’s going to bid on the most expensive collector’s item for me today!” The post included two photos. One was of them both on the awards stage, holding a design award. The other was Georgina and McCaw sitting at an auction. Both were smiling brightly, their body language subtly suggestive. I had thought that after the last lesson and warning, Georgina would be more discreet. I didn’t expect her to be pushing her luck like this. I’d like to see how she’s going to buy the most expensive collector’s item with me around! I immediately asked Sarah for the auction’s address and drove over. As soon as I entered, the auction house manager’s eyes lit up when he saw me. “Mr. Bradley, what brings you here?” He enthusiastically walked over to greet me. I exchanged a few pleasantries, then scanned the audience. I instantly spotted Georgina and McCaw next to her. Georgina was happily chatting with McCaw. Seeing me, the smile on her face froze instantly. She looked up at me, confused: “Why are you here? What do you want?” A flicker of guilt crossed her face, but she still tried to maintain her composure. The assistant, being observant, greeted me: “Mr. Bradley, hello.” I raised an eyebrow, glanced at him, and ignored him. My gaze quickly returned to Georgina. “Then what are *you* doing here?” Georgina’s tone was impatient: “Last time, you ruined McCaw’s things.” “He didn’t complain one bit, and he even helped me turn things around for this fashion design competition.” “Even though we didn’t win the championship, we still placed.” “Can’t I buy him a gift as a thank you?” As if afraid I’d stop her again, she deliberately emphasized: “Bradley, I didn’t use a single penny of your money. This is from my competition prize money.” “So, you can’t control me this time.” I calmly swept my gaze over her, a fake smile on my face: “Is that so? Well, it seems Georgina is very good to her assistant.” “Like Georgina, I also want to buy some gifts for my employees.” “Georgina, you don’t mind, do you?” Our confrontation in the grand hall was witnessed by everyone. Georgina’s face was extremely mortified. But this was an auction, a place where industry bigwigs gathered, so she had to maintain a polite smile. McCaw spoke up, trying to smooth things over: “Mr. Bradley, if there’s any gift you want, just have Georgina buy it for you. Why bother coming all this way?” I looked at him, sneering: “What? Did losing your leash make you yapping so loudly?” “Who do you think you are? Do I need *your* guidance on what to do?” McCaw was publicly humiliated, his face turning instantly ashen. Georgina stood in front of him, displeased, and warned me: “Bradley, watch your mouth!”
The commotion finally subsided with the intervention of the organizers. After the brief argument, the auction officially began. The first item was a famous French watch, with a starting bid of two hundred thousand dollars. McCaw’s eyes lit up, and he tugged on Georgina’s sleeve. Georgina immediately understood. When the bidding reached three hundred thousand, she decisively raised her number paddle. “One million dollars.” At that, nearly half the audience gave up. Just as the item was about to be hammered down, I raised my paddle and countered: “Plus one dollar.” The price was raised to one million and one dollars. Georgina frowned, showing her displeasure, but continued to bid: “One million five hundred thousand.” “One million five hundred thousand and one.” Whenever Georgina raised the price, I always added one dollar more. After several rounds, Georgina, her face dark, asked me what I was trying to do. I slowly said: “Nothing, just normal bidding. Is there a problem, Georgina?” The guests present held their breath, watching our tense standoff. Our family was the wealthiest in Phoenix City, with businesses across various industries, so no one dared to easily offend us. And Georgina, as my wife, was naturally someone they also wouldn’t dare to offend. So, whenever Georgina placed a high bid, they would involuntarily put down their paddles. Then they watched us, husband and wife, bidding against each other. Ultimately, McCaw stepped in to mediate: “Georgina, Mr. Bradley likes this watch, just let him have it.” “I wasn’t really that keen on it anyway.” With the actual person speaking up, Georgina had no choice but to give up bidding against me. The watch was yielded to me. Georgina shot me a dark look. It seemed to tell me she was furious and that I should know better and stop. But when the second collection item came out. As Georgina was about to pick up her paddle to bid, I continued to bid in the same manner. Georgina finally exploded: “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Are you sick?” Seeing her publicly defy me and get angry for another man. I didn’t want to waste any more time playing cat and mouse with her. A slight curve on my lips: “Well, if that’s the case, I won’t pretend anymore.” I raised my hand, looking at the host: “Any collection item Georgina bids on. I will add one dollar to her price, with no upper limit.” At these words, Georgina was furious, looking at me with rage: “Bradley, what exactly do you want?” I slowly, unhurriedly, replied: “I said, I came to buy some gifts for my employees. Georgina, your taste is always excellent, you don’t mind if I buy the same style, do you?” Georgina’s face turned beet red. People around us were whispering and gossiping. Feeling the strange looks thrown her way. Georgina’s reputation was in tatters. In the end, she could only drag McCaw away in a huff.
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