The moment the ring touched the desk, my wife Sophia Walker's phone rang. Ethan Cole's name lit up the screen. He was her childhood sweetheart.The impatience on Sophia's face vanished instantly, replaced by a tenderness I rarely got to see. "Don't worry, Ethan. I'm handling your case personally. I'm already on the fifth draft of your defense. Everything's going to be fine." Her voice held a patience and tenderness she rarely showed me. Ethan's hearty laughter came through the phone, and Sophia smiled in response. Meanwhile, the wedding ring I'd placed on her desk sat right in front of her, yet she hadn't spared it a single glance. My dad, Edward Morgan, had no idea what was happening. All he saw was Sophia talking on the phone, and he seemed to think he'd interrupted something important. He cautiously stepped back, but the melting snow dripping from his umbrella had already left a small, dark stain on the expensive carpet. The moment he noticed it, panic flashed across hi
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