Six Years of Misplaced Love
"Alright, Jessica shouldn't have hung up on you. Take this as her apology."
It was a pink necklace, missing some diamonds. It was her style, not mine. I never liked pink.
Then I recalled the bracelet on her wrist yesterday. It was the Prince family's heirloom, passed down to the wives.
I had begged to try it on after his proposal, which was a fair request, but he had refused, saying it was for our wedding.
Believing him, I waited patiently for three years. Now Jessica was wearing it.
The one in front of me? It was probably some castoff she didn't want anymore, and Milo passed it to me.
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