DAISY

The next morning, the apartment didn't look like a home anymore. It looked like a luxury store.

When I opened my eyes, the morning sun was spilling across the floor, reflecting off dozens of velvet boxes stacked on the long couch. Brian wasn't in bed. He had already been up for hours, and he had spent every single second trying to buy my smile back.

I sat up slowly, wrapping a silk robe around myself as I walked into the living room. On the glass coffee table, there was a massive diamond necklace layout—three rows of flawless, blinding stones that must have cost more than a private jet. Next...