Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 51: Chapter 51
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Seeing how confident he sounded, Sophie breathed a sigh of relief.
She was still nervous, but she knew her best friend's personality.
Just to be safe though, she quickly dragged Riley out of the mall.
They moved so fast they were practically a blur rushing to the exit.
"Mr. Harrison, everything okay?" his assistant asked.
Blake scanned the area again, but saw nothing.
"Nothing. Thought I saw someone."
Riley should still be back in her hometown anyway. What would she be doing here?
When it was time, Blake entered the auction house.
He was caught off guard to see Ethan sitting nearby.
The Harrisons from the city, the Blackwoods from the coast—two equally powerful families that usually stayed out of each other's way.
Ethan was his typical silent, intimidating self. The kind of guy who made people give him a wide berth.
Blake was the exact opposite—a smooth talker who could work a room.
This wasn't their first encounter.
Ethan still had that same cold, dismissive attitude.
Neither acknowledged the other as the auction started.
Blake had come prepared and was feeling confident as hell.
All these years, he'd been such a shitty husband to Riley.
It hit him after she left—he'd dropped more money on Sophia's wardrobe in a few months than he'd spent on Riley's entire closet over the years.
He felt like garbage for being so careless, but figured better late never to make it right.
Blake was bidding aggressively on almost everything.
Most of the other bidders were just assistants representing their bosses. Seeing Blake go all-out, they started making panicked phone calls.
Nobody wanted to pick a fight with Blake Harrison. One by one, they dropped out.
Blake was riding high.
He glanced over at Ethan.
Ethan had shown up personally too, but he'd been dead silent the whole time. Hadn't made a single bid.
The stuff Blake had won was decent, but nothing spectacular.
If Ethan wanted any of it, Blake might've thrown him a bone.
But Ethan hadn't shown any interest.
Blake started getting suspicious.
Ethan was here for the ring. Had to be.
Blake found himself studying Ethan more closely.
Then something caught his eye and his blood went cold.
A red thread bracelet on Ethan's wrist triggered a memory he'd buried deep.
Before he could fully process it, the auctioneer announced the final lot—the pink diamond ring.
While Blake was still distracted, Ethan calmly raised his paddle with an insane opening bid.
Blake's face darkened.
He watched the ring he'd assumed was his slip right through his fingers.
After the auction ended, Blake intercepted Ethan as he was leaving.
"Ethan, been a while."
Ethan's smile was unreadable, making Blake's skin crawl.
"Blake. Long time no see."
Blake remembered Ethan had actually shown up to his wedding years ago.
Looking at the elegant jewelry box in Ethan's hands, Blake felt a twist of something complicated.
"This might be presumptuous, but I wanted to run something by you."
"I came here specifically for that pink diamond ring you just won. I'm planning to remarry my wife—like, do the whole thing over properly—and I wanted that ring for the ceremony. Since you outbid me, I was wondering if you'd consider selling it? I'd pay double, triple even. You wouldn't lose money on it."
Ethan glanced down at the box, then back at Blake.
Something about his smile struck Blake as almost mocking.
"Tough luck. This ring's for my wedding too. Can't let it go."
Blake was thrown.
There hadn't been any buzz about a Blackwood wedding.
Ethan seemed to read his confusion and explained with that same cryptic smile.
"Childhood engagement. Our families arranged it when we were kids. I've been waiting years for her. Honestly thought it was never gonna happen, but..." He gave Blake a loaded look.
Blake missed the subtext completely, just felt disappointed.
If Ethan had been waiting that long for someone, no way he'd give up the ring.
Blake stared at the jewelry box one last time, swallowing his frustration.
"Well, congrats then. Hope you two are really happy together."
Ethan's grin got even wider.
Just as Blake turned to leave, Ethan called out.
"Blake, if you're ever in our neck of the woods, welcome to come to the wedding."
Blake paused, then nodded before walking away.
Something cold and hollow opened up in his chest. Like he was losing something he didn't even know he had.
She was still nervous, but she knew her best friend's personality.
Just to be safe though, she quickly dragged Riley out of the mall.
They moved so fast they were practically a blur rushing to the exit.
"Mr. Harrison, everything okay?" his assistant asked.
Blake scanned the area again, but saw nothing.
"Nothing. Thought I saw someone."
Riley should still be back in her hometown anyway. What would she be doing here?
When it was time, Blake entered the auction house.
He was caught off guard to see Ethan sitting nearby.
The Harrisons from the city, the Blackwoods from the coast—two equally powerful families that usually stayed out of each other's way.
Ethan was his typical silent, intimidating self. The kind of guy who made people give him a wide berth.
Blake was the exact opposite—a smooth talker who could work a room.
This wasn't their first encounter.
Ethan still had that same cold, dismissive attitude.
Neither acknowledged the other as the auction started.
Blake had come prepared and was feeling confident as hell.
All these years, he'd been such a shitty husband to Riley.
It hit him after she left—he'd dropped more money on Sophia's wardrobe in a few months than he'd spent on Riley's entire closet over the years.
He felt like garbage for being so careless, but figured better late never to make it right.
Blake was bidding aggressively on almost everything.
Most of the other bidders were just assistants representing their bosses. Seeing Blake go all-out, they started making panicked phone calls.
Nobody wanted to pick a fight with Blake Harrison. One by one, they dropped out.
Blake was riding high.
He glanced over at Ethan.
Ethan had shown up personally too, but he'd been dead silent the whole time. Hadn't made a single bid.
The stuff Blake had won was decent, but nothing spectacular.
If Ethan wanted any of it, Blake might've thrown him a bone.
But Ethan hadn't shown any interest.
Blake started getting suspicious.
Ethan was here for the ring. Had to be.
Blake found himself studying Ethan more closely.
Then something caught his eye and his blood went cold.
A red thread bracelet on Ethan's wrist triggered a memory he'd buried deep.
Before he could fully process it, the auctioneer announced the final lot—the pink diamond ring.
While Blake was still distracted, Ethan calmly raised his paddle with an insane opening bid.
Blake's face darkened.
He watched the ring he'd assumed was his slip right through his fingers.
After the auction ended, Blake intercepted Ethan as he was leaving.
"Ethan, been a while."
Ethan's smile was unreadable, making Blake's skin crawl.
"Blake. Long time no see."
Blake remembered Ethan had actually shown up to his wedding years ago.
Looking at the elegant jewelry box in Ethan's hands, Blake felt a twist of something complicated.
"This might be presumptuous, but I wanted to run something by you."
"I came here specifically for that pink diamond ring you just won. I'm planning to remarry my wife—like, do the whole thing over properly—and I wanted that ring for the ceremony. Since you outbid me, I was wondering if you'd consider selling it? I'd pay double, triple even. You wouldn't lose money on it."
Ethan glanced down at the box, then back at Blake.
Something about his smile struck Blake as almost mocking.
"Tough luck. This ring's for my wedding too. Can't let it go."
Blake was thrown.
There hadn't been any buzz about a Blackwood wedding.
Ethan seemed to read his confusion and explained with that same cryptic smile.
"Childhood engagement. Our families arranged it when we were kids. I've been waiting years for her. Honestly thought it was never gonna happen, but..." He gave Blake a loaded look.
Blake missed the subtext completely, just felt disappointed.
If Ethan had been waiting that long for someone, no way he'd give up the ring.
Blake stared at the jewelry box one last time, swallowing his frustration.
"Well, congrats then. Hope you two are really happy together."
Ethan's grin got even wider.
Just as Blake turned to leave, Ethan called out.
"Blake, if you're ever in our neck of the woods, welcome to come to the wedding."
Blake paused, then nodded before walking away.
Something cold and hollow opened up in his chest. Like he was losing something he didn't even know he had.
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