“I know you’re upset, and I get that you wanted the ring. But can’t you stop causing a scene? Don’t embarrass yourself like this!”
“Come on. Just give it back!” he demanded.
I raised my head. Tears shimmered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
He didn’t believe me. He just believed Zamora without question.
Looking at him, all I could feel was fear—fear of how utterly unfamiliar he’d become.
I could take being framed by her. I could take being mocked by everyone here.
But Ross…
This jerk really thought I would humiliate myself, fight, and lose every ounce of dignity over a ring.
At that moment, I almost heard something inside me crack.
Eight years together, and it was only now I realized I didn’t know him at all.
“If you don’t believe me, check the security footage,” I said hoarsely, anger trembling beneath the restraint. “Just one look at the footage and—”
“Is that really necessary?”
His cold voice sliced through my words, his tone sharp with mockery.
“Why would Zamora—a billionaire’s daughter—want to frame you?”
At this moment, I almost laughed in anger.
Zamora sniffled softly, her eyes glistening. “I don’t understand why Issy would accuse me like this…”