“Give it back,” I whispered, watching my sister-in-law slip my jade bracelet onto her wrist—the one my husband had given me on our wedding night

me clean up. Then she discovered the velvet pouch, opened it, and slipped the bracelet on before I could react.

I looked directly at Ethan.

My husband sat beside me, jaw clenched, staring down at his plate.

“Ethan,” I said quietly, “tell her.”

Madison laughed. “Seriously, Claire? It’s just jewelry. You act like every little thing is a catastrophe.”

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