Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 830:

Sure enough, delicate floral silhouettes shimmered on the metal surface.

“If these bands were custom-made, what are they doing in this store?” Lizzie asked.

“Mr. Ellis and his wife were deeply in love, but fate had tragic plans for them, and he died early. Years later, just before his wife passed away, she donated their wedding bands to our store. They came with the instructions that, if someone wants to buy them, they should be sold for only a hundred, not a penny more. It was her blessing for the newlyweds.”

By the time the manager finished speaking, his eyes were a little moist. These wedding bands were so simple that they were easily overlooked. As a result, very few inquired about them, despite the sheer amount of clients they received every day.

The grooms usually felt that the price was not sufficient to express their love toward their brides and would ultimately forgo the rings.

“What do you think, Lizzie?”

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Allan and Lizzie asked each other simultaneously.

When they answered, they were also perfectly in sync.

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“They’re perfect.”

Allan turned to the manager and eagerly said,

“I’ll take this pair. Please wrap them up for me.”

“Certainly, Mr. Vance,” the manager said with a smile.

“I wish you and your beloved a happy and fruitful life together.”

“Please charge it to my card.”

The manager went on with the usual process, but when the amount was displayed on the cash register, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Allan didn’t pay a hundred, but a hundred million!

“Did you make a mistake, Mr. Vance?”

“No. To me, this is the true value of the rings, and I consider myself very fortunate to have found them today.”

Ten days later, Allan organized a special gathering.

Only three tables were set, and the guests were all close friends and family of Rachel and Allan.

Despite knowing that their marriage wasn’t real, Rachel and Allan understood they still needed to put on a show for everyone, so the necessary gestures had to be observed.

Alban came early in the morning to pick up Rachel. Since it was a special day, he was dressed in a formal suit and looked particularly sharp.

“Mrs. Vance!” Alban greeted her at the door. “I’m here to take you to the stylist.”

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