Romance

Nothing Left To Repay

by The Solitary Kite

While I was with a client looking at watches at a luxury boutique, I spotted a Chanel bag sitting on the authentication counter."You've got a great eye, sir. This bag retails for eleven thousand dollars, and the young lady who brought it in wants to let it go for under three thousand."As the sales associate opened the inner pocket, a hand-drawn dried-flower card slipped out."May my girl never have another worry."I wasn't seeing things. It was the seventh-anniversary gift I'd given Veronica Hale, with a note in my own handwriting.The sales associate started chatting idly."A young woman dropped it off the day before yesterday. It's already been authenticated. She said she needed cash fast to buy her younger boyfriend a car."Younger boyfriend? A car?The color drained from my face. I opened the video account of Dylan Kerr, the college intern at her company.In the video, he was holding a slender hand in the passenger seat, their fingers laced together.On the woman's wrist was a clover bracelet.The one I'd fastened there myself three years ago.Fighting back nausea, I swiped my card and bought the bag."No need to pack the card. Just throw it out."

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