It was because of his strong resistance that the thieves killed him on the spot.
Even when he was dying, he still tightly gripped this ring.
It was an heirloom, and more importantly, it was something my husband had protected with his life.
Today, I returned to my private residence to retrieve this ring, intending to give it to Gloria, so that she could continue to pass it down.
But now, she was not worthy of this inheritance, and I would never allow such a person to enter the Allen family.
I must get the ring back.
"You want it back? But I will destroy it!" Gloria snorted.
Before I could get close, she threw the ring forcefully to the ground.
With a crisp sound, the ring shattered into pieces.
Fragments scattered all over the floor.
"No!" I cried out.
The heirloom my husband had died protecting shattered.
My heart ached, and I found it hard to breathe.
"You are a beast!" I shouted, raising my hand to slap her.
"How dare you hit me?"
Gloria covered her face and screamed, "Teach this cheap woman a lesson!"
At her words, the group of bridesmaids immediately attacked me.
Their fists and feet landed on my body.
Beverly and her relatives joined in, kicking me several times.