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-inw, had the best of everything, like a million-dor wedding gift, a mansion for a wedding house, and matching rings custom-made by a top-notch jeweler.


    Later, arge amount of money went to my aunt as a token of gratitude for raising me. And the mansion never became my 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 advised me to 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 brought me joy seemed like a silent mockery. To Bryant, I was just like this ring, meant to be out of sight.


    Iughed at myself. "Just forgot to take it off."


    Indeed, I had forgotten. More urately, I was used to touching the ring when I felt alone or uneasy.


    "Bryant is my husband.'' Once, just liking him seemed to give me so 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."


    "Will you start a new life?" His cold and deep voice, with a hint of mncholy, 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 for me to love anyone else.


    And after taking such a hard fall, I didn''t dare to start a new rtionship.


    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.


    More importantly, why should I promise to remain faithful to a m soon-to-be ex-husband who hadn''t even divorced me but 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.


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    "What, you want to y matchmaker? I''m in. My standards are pretty low. Looks, family background, job, and height don''t matter."


    e Perhaps my eagerness to remarry angered him, and he turned bitter. "So you''re not demanding anything?" Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    I added, "But one condition."


    Bryant asked, "What''s that?"


    "Faithful, decisive, no infidelity, not on standby for another woman 24/7."