Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 38

Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 38

The tension in his shoulders eased.

He opened the box.

There was no diamond inside.

It was a thin platinum band.

Clean, simple, with a single name engraved on the inside.

Verona.

Beside it was a matching men’s ring.

Just as thin, with “Alessio” engraved inside.

There was no exaggerated center stone, no complicated design.

It looked a lot like the silver band I had bought at this same market two years ago.

Only the material was better, and the edges were polished smooth.

Alessio picked up the women’s ring, but he didn’t try to put it on my finger.

He placed it in my palm.

“See what you think.”

I looked down at the ring.

It was very light.

Alessio said, “You don’t like heavy diamonds, so there are no diamonds.”

“You don’t like being called Mrs. Ricci by people who don’t even know your name, so the engraving is just ‘Verona.’”

“You said you didn’t want the whole city watching, so I didn’t open this in the ballroom.”

He paused, his voice dropping lower.

“This isn’t about going back to the way things were.”

I looked up at him.

He seemed to be holding back a longer speech, and in the end, he chose the simplest words.

“I want to get to know you again, starting today.”

The market lights cast a warm glow on his shoulders.

This man, who had once sat coldly at the head of a long table and declared I shouldn’t be wearing his family’s ring, was now standing in front of a $29.99 stall, still wearing that same cheap band.

He wasn’t forcing me to put on the new ring.

He wasn’t making any grand, empty promises.

He just looked at me and asked, very softly,

“Verona, would you be willing to give me a chance to pursue you again?”