Chapter 105 My heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by an indescribable sadness.
That was our wedding ring. On our wedding day, Bryant didn't care much, but Timothy ensured I, his granddaughter-in-law, had the best of everything, like a million-dollar wedding gift, a mansion for a wedding house, and matching rings custom-made by a top-notch jeweler.
Later, a large amount of money went to my aunt as a token of gratitude for raising me. And the mansion never becmy sanctuary. The only thing that stayed by my side every day was the ring.
I joyfully wore it on my ring finger when I first got married. After knowing I also worked at off that Ferguson Group, Bryant immediately advisedto keep a low profile. I took day and wore it around my neck with a thin chain. And there it stayed for three long years. What once broughtjoy seemed like a silent mockery. To Bryant, I was just like this ring, meant to be out of sight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI laughed at myself. "Just forgot to take it off." Indeed, I had forgotten. More accurately, I was used to touching the ring when I felt alone or uneasy.
"Bryant is my husband.' Once, just liking him seemed to giveso much strength.
Bryant didn't believe me. "Just forgot? "If you want it, it can be yours again.” I reached behind my neck, intending to take it off.
Bit by bit, erasing all traces of him from me. The faster I erase, the quicker I should be able to let go.
Bryant's expression turned cold, and he firmly grasped my wrist, stopping me. "Don't take. it off. You belong to it." "It's a wedding ring, Bryant." I smiled, reminding him and myself, "Even if I don't take it off today, I will in a month." Bryant's thumb caressed the ring on my finger, his eyes revealing a rare obsession. "What if I never take mine off?" I took a deep breath. "That's none of my business." Anyway, I didn't want to believe our marriage had hope again just because of a few words from him.
I freed myself from his grip and turned to leave. "I'm going to call Margaret to apply your medication." Chapter 105 "Will you start a new life?" His cold and deep voice, with a hint of melancholy, suddenly echoed behind me.
I stiffened, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but I didn't turn back. "Maybe." I couldn't give a definite answer to that question. For years, all my romantic daydreams were about Bryant. It was tough forto love anyone else.
And after taking such a hard fall, I didn't dare to start a new relationship.
I just wanted to live a good life with my child and stay far away from Bryant after we separated.
But life was too long, and no one knew what the future held for us.
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More importantly, why should I promise to remain faithful to a m soon-to-be ex-husband who hadn't even divorcedbut had already hooked up with Margaret? I knew what he wanted to hear but refused to please him.
He scoffed, "Found someone? Mark?"
I turned around angrily, instinctively wanting to retort, but I held back.
"What, you want to playmatchmaker? I'm in. My standards are pretty low. Looks, family background, job, and height don't matter."
Perhaps my eagerness to remarry angered him, and he tumed bitter. "So you're not demanding anything?" I added, "But one condition." Bryant asked, "What's that?" "Faithful, decisive, no infidelity, not on standby for another woman 24/7."