"Martin is having a depressive episode and he's alone. I need to take care of him—I don't have time to explain! Let me go!"
She shook off my grip.
I touched the velvet jewelry box in my pocket. The small diamond inside felt like a reminder that today was supposed to be the day I proposed.
My heart ached as if it were being gnawed by countless ants. I couldn't remember how many times Sonia had chosen Martin over me.
I thought this time would be different...
I fought back the pain and stepped in front of the door, pleading with her, "Martin has family; he won't be alone for long. If it's urgent, we can call 911. Sonia, is it really fair to me that you two have this endless connection?"
I pulled out the diamond ring that had cost me all my savings and gently took her hand, hoping to warm her heart with this cold stone, wishing for even a hint of emotion from her.
As I placed the ring in her hand, surprise flickered across her face, quickly replaced by impatience. "A life is at stake, Usher Shane! Can't you see that?"
The million-dollar ring fell to the floor, rolling under the sofa like a discarded piece, and in that moment, the pain in my chest seemed to ease a little.