“Mr. Wright’s wife is going to be thrilled,” the clerk said proudly. “This ring was crafted by our best artisans, with every detail perfected over five days.”
The staff watched with anticipation as Landon, clearly pleased, complimented the clerk. But then his expression shifted—he glanced back at me, frowned, and quickly slipped the ring into his pocket. It was painfully clear: this ring wasn’t for me.
An awkward silence settled over us until another clerk at the counter looked up and recognized me with surprise.
“Mrs. Wright! I was just about to call you. The engagement ring you and your husband ordered recently has arrived.”
“Oh, really?” I replied, feigning calm. “Then let’s see how it fits.”
As I stepped past Landon and approached the counter, the clerk had already placed the ring carefully in front of me. Set on a ring holder, twelve exquisite diamonds circled a deep red gem in the center, gleaming like stars around the moon. Landon had designed this ring himself, once wanting me to feel as cherished as a constellation.
But now, I was no longer his moon or stars.