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That evening, Lucian came home from the office.
He was carrying a blue velvet box—a diamond necklace from Tiffany's.
He looked haggard, trying to use a material offering to repair our shattered relationship.
"Chloe," he said, walking towards me, his voice hoarse. "I know words are useless right now, but I've arranged for the best funeral service in the country for your father… and this is for you."
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