He walked over, impatiently picked up the matching men’s ring, slid it onto his finger for a second, then tossed it back into the tray without a second glance. “Alright, that’s enough. I have somewhere to be, so take a taxi home.”
His cold, dismissive tone was a far cry from his earlier warmth. As he turned to leave, I stood there silently, no longer feeling the urge to chase after him, to argue, to fight like I had in the past.
Instead, I slowly removed the diamond ring from my finger, placing it back into the tray with a quiet resolve. “Have it melted down,” I told the clerk. “I don’t want it anymore.”
After the shock settled, the young clerk’s face turned pale with worry. “Mrs. Wright, was something not to your liking? We can remake it if necessary.”
Seeing her on the verge of tears, I quickly softened, offering a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, everything is perfect. The ring is beautiful… but the person isn’t right.”
I took out my card and handed it over. She hesitated, then nodded. “Of course. Just one moment, please.”