Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 26

Two Years of Marriage, I Never Got My Wedding Ring Chapter 26

I heard the box snap shut.

Alessio said, “I’m taking back what should have been put on Verona’s hand two years ago.”

Before he hung up, Alessio said one more thing to me, his voice low.

“I have it.”

I didn’t answer.

He didn’t press me.

Half an hour later, Leo sent me a photo of the ring.

The real Ricci family wedding ring lay in a black velvet box, the pear-shaped diamond exquisite.

I tapped to the next photo.

An enlarged image of the engraving on the inner band.

My name wasn’t there.

There were no initials for Alessio and me.

Just the letters of Sofia’s name.

SZ.

I stared at those two letters and felt a sudden, unexpected calm.

What truly allowed me to let go wasn’t that she had taken the ring.

It was the final, irrefutable proof that the thing I had waited two years for had never been meant for me in the first place.

The next morning, Alessio came to my building.

He didn’t come up. He just sent a message.

“I’m downstairs. I need to talk to you about the engraving.”

I stood by the window and looked down.

A black car was parked under the trees.

Alessio stood beside it, holding the ring box in one hand and a bag with breakfast in the other.