Destined to Cross, Bound to Leave
I twisted the wedding ring on my left hand and calmly watched Victor walk down from the stage, step by step toward me.
When he reached me, he knelt on one knee and held up the ring. "Marry me, Claire."
I sneered and swatted his hand away, showing the diamond ring on my ring finger. "Mr. Whitmore, please show some respect. I'm a married woman."
His pupils dilated in shock, but the next second they suddenly lit up as he said excitedly, "Claire, you're still jealous of Emma, so you're making up this excuse to brush me off, right?
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