I stared at him, my heart pounding.
“That ring was Jake’s. He gave it to me because he loved me. Your grandmother blessed it for us. It’s not just some thing to pass down like a casserole dish.”
He rolled his eyes and laughed in the most cynical way possible.
“Yeah, but… you can’t marry him anymore, can you?”
Those words. You can’t marry him anymore. They shattered something inside me.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just stood there, frozen, staring at a person I thought was family. My fiancé’s brother. A man who had just watched me bury my future, now asking for the only thing I had left of it.
I whispered, “How dare you,” and walked away before I collapsed in front of him.
