But I forgot—when it came to Matilda, everything about me meant nothing.
Maximo was terrifyingly calm. He turned off the white noise and stared intently at the number I had sent, his eyes growing colder and colder.
He scooped Matilda up and placed her on the bed, gently wiping away her broken tears. His tone was gentler than I had ever heard before.
"Matilda, you aren't the other woman, Terra is."
After saying that, he took out the wedding ring from his pocket.
The one we had carefully chosen together, the one we planned to wear on our finger at our wedding in three days, the ring that symbolized our commitment for life.
And just like that, he resolutely slipped it onto Matilda's ring finger.
“From now on, Matilda is my bride.”
Matilda suppressed her joy, but feigned fear and whispered, “But, Terra is your fiancée. She’s been waiting to marry you. If I wear her ring, won’t she hate me even more?”
“She doesn’t deserve it!?” Maximo sneered. “She dared to insult your sister and threaten you; she should be prepared to bear the consequences.”
“Not only will I not marry her, I will also remove her from the medical profession. Someone as vicious as her doesn’t deserve that white coat.”