"It’s only been a few days, and you've already latched onto someone else? Nikki, are you really this cheap? Have you forgotten how you were just begging to marry us?"
Brad scoffed. "Maybe she bought it herself to force a marriage. Whatever. Lora likes it, so let her wear it. The wedding isn’t happening anyway—no need for you to keep a ring."
Nikki’s composure finally shattered. The emotions she had been holding back burst forth as she watched Lora—safely shielded behind them—smiling sweetly, admiring the ring in her hand.
Her breathing grew heavy.
Then, unable to contain herself any longer, she lunged forward.
"That’s my ring! Give it back!"
It wasn’t just a wedding ring—it was the last glimmer of light in her life.
The symbol of David’s trust and kindness was brought to her from across thousands of miles of ocean.
The only warmth she had left.
Lora shrank back, trembling. She looked at Nikki with wide, fearful eyes, hiding behind Howard as if she were some helpless victim.
Before Nikki could even reach her, Brad and Howard blocked her path.
Brad’s expression darkened. With zero hesitation, he shoved her backward—straight onto the street.