Nathaniel cornered me moments later. “Are you insane? That ring represented everything my brother gave you! Do you have any idea what you just threw away?”
“Why does it matter to you?” I asked coolly. “You’re not him.”
His jaw tightened. “I’m his family—”
“Your brother is gone,” I said. “And I’ve buried the woman who loved him.”
I walked away.
Delilah followed me outside, ripping my hair back in fury. “You selfish witch! You stole my night!”
I tore her hand free and laughed, hollow and bitter.
“Enjoy the spotlight, Delilah. I won’t be here to compete with you anymore.”
By the time I reached the house, my lungs still felt too tight, like I’d been breathing smoke instead of air. I had barely stepped inside when Lucinda rushed at me, her face flushed with fury.
“Did you really sell off Nathaniel’s belongings?” she snapped. “His ring, his bike, the aircraft—everything that carried his name?”
“I did,” I replied without emotion. “All of it went to auction.”
Her mouth fell open. “Do you even understand what you just threw away? Those were assets worth millions. That wealth belongs to the Carrington family!”
“He was my husband,” I said coolly. “Those things were mine to decide on.”