CHAPTER 95: Meeting my Stepmother and her Wicked Daughters

-=Martina's Point of View=-

"What do you mean it's not real? Are you saying that my wedding ring is a fake?" I asked in disbelief.

"Unfortunately, that is right, miss. It may look real, but upon closer inspection, I confirmed that this isn't made of real gold and diamonds," he said.

He continued his explanation, but to be honest, the details slipped my mind as my focus wandered. However, a feeling of suspicion washed over me as I spotted them exchanging secretive glances.

"Could it be?" I thought to myself.

"Well, there you have it; you heard it from the expert; your ring was indeed fake, and just as we agreed on, you would go out with..."

"Actually, I wanted to have a second opinion," I suddenly said, cutting him off.

"Come on, don't be a sour loser," Benz said.

"Perhaps I am, or perhaps the test results were incorrect," I said nonchalantly.

"Are you telling me that I tested your ring wrong?" The employee of the shop said indignation was written on his face.

"Yes, but was it wrong to