He Gave Her the Ring I Wanted. I Gave Him Hell. Chapter 03

He Gave Her the Ring I Wanted. I Gave Him Hell. Chapter 03

He froze, a complex look in his eyes.

Right then, the passenger door clicked open, and Sophia stepped out of the car.

“Oh, what’s all the shouting about?”

“I didn’t sleep well last night, just hurry up and take me back to catch up on my rest.”

She deliberately flashed the pink diamond on her ring finger, a smug smile plastered across her face.

The very thing I had begged for was nothing more than a plaything she got effortlessly.

Leo patted my shoulder. “Alright, I’ll drop Sophia off first and come find you tonight.”

“Don’t be mad anymore, babe.”

He chose her yet again.

He had faced this choice countless times, and he had never chosen me.

During the first two years of our relationship, he treated me well—it was simple, but steady.

Gradually, he began to change.

He demanded that I play the role of a wife and shoulder the financial burdens.

But over the past year, ever since Sophia returned from Sicily, he had turned into a completely different person.

That night, he never showed up.

He sent a text saying he was “handling family business” and then vanished.

Whether he was truly busy or not, I didn’t care to investigate anymore.

Ever since my father passed away a few years ago, my mother’s health had been poor.

Thank goodness we caught it in time this time.

On the day she was discharged.

Leo made sure to come pick us up, carrying bags of gifts.

My mother pulled out an envelope of cash. “Leo, thank you so much for your hard work this time.”

He tried to decline, but I snatched it directly. “Mom, it’s all the same. I’ll hold onto it.”

On the drive back, my mother asked, “You two have been dating for eight years. When do you plan on getting married?”

Leo gave his practiced response. “We’ll wait. No rush.”

My mother frowned. “Angie is already thirty-three, and you’re thirty-four. How is that not a rush?”

Leo smiled. “People marry late in New York these days.”

I changed the subject. “There’s roadwork ahead. Take a detour.”

Leo tapped the screen. “It’s fine. I’ll turn on the navigation.”

“Go, go, go! Let’s go!”

A high-pitched, sweet voice echoed inside the car.

Anyone could tell it was Sophia using a forced, babyish tone.

My mother gripped her purse tightly. “Whose voice is that?”

Leo answered instantly. “The GPS. It’s a built-in system voice.”

After a short while, he tapped to end the route.

“Route complete! Leo, I’ll always be waiting for you at home!”

My mother’s face went completely dark.

When the car pulled up downstairs, my mother got straight out, refusing to let him help with the bags.

Leo hurried after her. “What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood?”

“About that navigation, I have no idea when Sophia set that up.”

My mother didn’t say a word and shut the door right in his face.

“You should leave. You’re not welcome in my house.”

He lost his patience too. “Then stay here for a few days. Call me when you want to come back.”

The door slammed shut.

My mother walked over. “Sweetheart, you waited eight years for him. What did you get?”

“He looks decent on the outside, but look at what he does.”

I kept quiet. It was true; on the surface, I couldn’t even catch him in an outright lie.

He was a colorless, odorless poison—a wolf in sheep’s clothing.