Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Before my boss could speak, Lillian's sidekick snatched my phone and smashed it on the pavement.[] "Calling for backup? You're just a homewrecking slut-know your place!"[] "Nice try, whore! Gonna call your other sugar daddies for help?"] "Girl, we've known you since ninth grade-quit the fake-ass act!"] "Seriously, were you born in a trash can? Because you're full of shit!"[] They erupted in cruel laughter, high-fiving each other.[] I stared at my shattered phone: "Hope you're still laughing soon later."[] Lillian grabbed my collar: "You bitch, are you threatening us?" Then her eyes locked onto my vintage pendant. Her eyes lit up as she yanked it off:[] "Ooh, this looks pricey! Another present from MY husband?"||] My blood went ice cold: "Give that back. NOW."[] Seeing my panic, Lillian's smile turned vicious: "Oh, getting nervous? Must be worth serious money."[] "It's worthless!" I lunged for it. "But it's mine-give it back!"] That pendant was the only thing I had left of my parents. They died serving this country when I was seventeen-CIA operatives killed on a classified mission. The night before my eighteenth birthday, they promised they'd come home and celebrate with They never came home Just two flag-draped coffins and this necklace-the only proof they'd ever loved me.[] Nobody touches it. NOBODY.] "The more you beg, the more I wanna break it!"[] Before I could reach her, Lillian hurled the pendant at the concrete with all her strength. The vintage pendant shattered into a dozen pieces, scattered across the ground like my broken heart.] (0) (0) Wedding Gift From Your CIA Wife My Cheatine Husband 195 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!