Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 32

Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 32

He walked toward me. He didn’t reach for my hand, just stopped a step away.

“You came.”

I looked at his hand.

“You really wore it?”

He glanced down at it.

“Mm.”

“Alessio, you’re going to be trending tonight.”

“I already am.”

He handed me his phone.

The hashtag was near the top of the trending list.

#AlessioRicciWearsCheapRing

The comments were a flurry of speculation.

Some wondered if the Ricci family was in financial trouble.

Others claimed it was some new, bizarre trend among the ultra-rich.

Someone had even posted a video of him at the street market yesterday, with the caption:

“This man looks like he could buy the whole block, but he spent $29.99.”

I almost laughed.

Alessio saw the corner of my mouth twitch, and the tension in his own face seemed to ease.

“Let’s go.”

He didn’t offer me his arm.

He just waited until I started walking, then fell into step half a pace behind me.

Inside the ballroom, every member of the Ricci family turned to watch us.

Isabella sat at the head table, her expression a complicated mix of anger and resignation.

Sofia was there, too.

She wore a white gown and stood beside Isabella, holding a glass of champagne.

When she saw Alessio and me enter together, her gaze immediately dropped to his hand.

The thin silver band was impossible to miss.

So impossible that the smile on her face faltered.

“Alessio.”

She came toward us, her voice still laced with a hint of forced gentleness.

“I didn’t think you would be so foolish.”

Alessio stopped.

“Please call me Mr. Ricci.”

The color drained from Sofia’s face.

Isabella frowned.

“Alessio, we have guests.”

“Exactly.”

Alessio turned and took a microphone from a passing waiter.

The entire ballroom fell silent.

I stood beside him, suddenly realizing he hadn’t told me about this part.