Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 21

Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 21

“Why would I?”

His fingers tightened on the edge of the file, and his voice dropped.

“This concerns you.”

“Alessio.”

I looked at him.

“The ring that was taken was mine.”

“The seat that was occupied was mine.”

“The person who was made to look like a fool was me.”

“But the person who goes to demand an explanation shouldn’t always have to be me.”

A flicker of something—pain, maybe—crossed Alessio’s face.

I pushed the file back toward him.

“You go.”

He was silent for a long, long time.

Finally, he picked up the file and said, his voice low, “All right.”

As Alessio turned to leave, my phone vibrated again.

The same unknown number.

This time, it was a series of screenshots from even earlier.

One week before the wedding, in the jewelry store’s private viewing room.

Sofia sat on the sofa, wearing sunglasses, the dark blue ring box on the table in front of her.

She was speaking to the jewelry consultant.

“Engrave it in the original style.”

In the next screenshot, the consultant handed her a confirmation form.

At the bottom of the form, the engraving instructions were clearly written.

It was not my name.

It was not Alessio’s name.

It was two letters.

SZ.