Chapter 58
[What p>
Maeve typed out the word, but before she could hit send, Yvette fired over several video clips.
The videos flashed with massive, sensational headlines.
‘The Untouchable Billionaire Loses His Mind: CEO Spends Millions to Spoil His Wife, Sparking Envy Everywhere p>
‘The Ice-Cold CEO Steps Down from His Pedestal: Frederick Fairchild Drops Millions for His Wife p>
There was no question that ‘CEO Fairchild’ was Frederick.
Which meant this ‘wife p>
Maeve frowned and tapped on the first video.
Inside a chaotic, roaring auction house, wealthy socialites were violently bidding over a royal diamond necklace named ‘The Crystal Tear p>
Frederick sat dead center, his chin tilted up, exuding an aura of absolute arrogance. He looked impossibly regal, completely outclassing everyone in the room.
The bidders around him were already red in the face, screaming out numbers.
“Two million p>
“Two and a half million p>
“Three million p>
“Three and a half million p>
Once the crowd had exhausted themselves, Frederick casually raised his paddle.
“Five million p>
The crowd gasped and kept pushing.
“Six million p>
“Six point six million p>
Frederick didn’t raise his paddle again. Instead, Samuel Vance walked up and whispered something into the auctioneer’s ear.
The auctioneer gave a firm nod.
Even though Frederick hadn’t said another word, sending his assistant up made everything crystal clear.
Frederick was claiming dominance over the entire auction.
No matter what anyone else bid, that necklace was going home with him.
To beat him, someone would need deeper pockets and a higher social standing than the Fairchild empire.
There was no one in that room who fit the bill.
The remaining bids were purely symbolic. In the end, ‘The Crystal Tear’ went to Frederick for a staggering eight million dollars.
The video cut to Frederick walking out effortlessly, holding the velvet box.
The final shot was of his back.
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and perfect proportions.
The absolute power in his stride was enough to drive anyone wild.
Without realizing it, Maeve had watched the entire video.
Her fingertips absentmindedly traced the silhouette of his back on her screen.
Catching herself, she yanked her hand back as if she had been burned.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared at the screen with a mess of emotions, unable to stop herself from hitting replay one more time.
So he hadn’t gone to keep Zoe company that night. He had gone to win her a necklace.
He probably kept it a secret because he wanted to surprise her, right?
A tiny sliver of joy bloomed in Maeve’s chest.
Frederick still cared. It made her feel like her sacrifice leaving her hometown, saying goodbye to herr loving parents, and moving thousands of miles to the Capital just to marry him-wasn’t entirely a pathetic joke.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Her phone vibrated again. More messages from Yvette.
[Mae, this video is going viral! Everyone in our circle knows how obsessed Frederick is with you now p>
[The second he gives you that necklace, post it everywhere! Stake your claim p>
[Let that two-faced bitch Zoe see how bulletproof your marriage is, so she stops clinging to someone else’s husband just because hers died p>
The string of exclamation marks was proof of Yvette’s furious loyalty.
Maeve: [Patting your head p>
[Good idea. I’ll post it as soon as he gives it to me p>
Yvette: [Yes! Yes! Yes p>
For the first time in a while, Maeve actually slept well that night.
The next morning, after washing up, she headed downstairs foro breakfast. Staring at the empty seat across the table, her hand paused on her spoon.
“Martha, did Frederick not come home last night p>
Martha nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Mr Fairchild said there was an emergency at the company. He’ll send a car to pick you up tomorrow for Elder Winston’s banquet”
Maeve understood. After finishing her meal, she headed to her small studio to prepare the custom incense for Jonathan’s friends.
She priced them based on Yvette’s studio rates.