Pearl Necklace Leads To Divorce

In the eighth year of our marriage, Keith gave me a pure white pearl necklace.

I stroked the photo of my mother wearing the necklace, looked at the man in front of me and calmly filed for a divorce.

His assistant stood behind Keith, crying, “Ruby, it’s all my fault that I didn’t investigate it clearly. You must not divorce Mr. Trivett.”

Keith turned around and hugged her in his arms, looking at me coldly. “Ruby, don’t regret it.”