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I cannot tell what the correct reason is, there are so many reasons and I cannot place my hands on the right one. I turn on my phone and stare at the picture of the ring and letter I had taken a photo of back in Demetrius's room. “When vows are made” I read the inscription on the ring again. Suddenly, my eyes land on something I had not seen on the ring back in the room. Inside the ring, there is another inscription too. I zoom into the picture and fortunately, I am able to make out the inscription. ‘in the name of love' “In the name of love?" I mutter, furrowing my brows with confusion. I had heard these words from someone before.

The woman saved the date next to his name. "Anything else, Sir?” She asked. “Yes,” he pulled up the catalog, not giving much thought to his ring; he selected one from the catalog that he thought looked decent and well enough. He mentioned the name to be encased onto his ring and threatened them all well enough not to leak this information.

I carefully pick the ring from the dresser, my hands move across the wedding band as my mind shifts to Nek, causing a small smile to form on my lips. I slip the ring into my finger, “I have no reason not to wear it now” I mutter to myself as I study the ring sitted delicately on my finger. A soft knock on the door pulls my thoughts from the ring, “please come in” I say. The person tries to push the door open but it doesn’t come open. “Give me a minute” I say walking briskly to the door. I had completely forgotten that I had locked the door when I was dressing up.

ENZO MORETTI Emiliana stood at the door to our bedroom, her figure framed in the soft light. I glanced at her briefly, already guessing she was here to talk about lunch plans. “Where’s Isa?” I asked instead, pulling my shirt over my head in one quick motion. My voice was casual, but my mind was elsewhere. Emiliana leaned against the doorframe, her nails gripping the solid wood tightly. The raven ring gleamed on her middle finger, catching my eye. It was a small detail, but it stuck with me.

That’s just what Katarina demanded, and I’m not inclined to do anything she wants right now. Just as I make a solid decision in my mind, the office door opens, and her scent hits me. I stop moving and put eyes on her. The ring is on her finger, and the necklace is around her neck. I guess that’s a good sign. She closes the door, though not completely. I’ll be sure to remedy that as soon as I can. We will need privacy for what I have planned.

But that’s all in the past now. I slid the ring onto my finger, admiring how it gleamed like it was new. I almost forgot how it sparkled and how perfectly it fit. With a big smile on my face, I stepped out the door, feeling as if I were getting married all over again. Today, everyone will know I’m married to Bianca Sinclair.

I kept on postponing it because I was busy but I finally made time for it. Before opening the file, I pulled on one of the two drawers beneath my desk and got out a red mini box. In the box was the second ring to the one I was wearing on my middle finger already. I took it out of the box and rubbed on the letter 'Y' written on its golden square head before slipping my index finger through it. Together with the one I had in before, they read 'DY'. The letters were the initials for the name of the man who once owned this mansion and this study I sat in. I had bought the mansion and every goddamn thing in it including the rings I had on my fingers.

He fiddled with a silver chain I hadn’t noticed was around his neck, pulling out a solid gold ring, thick but unadorned, that sat on the end of the chain “I can’t wear it during shifts, so I found this way to always keep it with me.” “That’s so sweet…” I smiled, moving closer to get a better look “It’s beautiful. I can see how much he loved you…” My voice died the moment I noticed something written inside the ring, not so legible because of the angle I was at. “Is there a problem?” Henry asked, confused. “It’s just…” I started to raise my hand to touch the ring “I think…” “Dr. Weston.” A voice coming from the direction of the door caught me completely off guard, making me gasp.

I slam the brakes and threw the door open, racing toward it. The sunlight bounces off the tiny object. I crouch and pick it up. My breath hitches in my throat. It’s her birth ring. A delicate silver band shaped like a crescent moon wrapped in vines. She never takes it off. Ever. Not even in the shower. And there’s blood on it. A drop, but just enough to carry a scent. I lift it to my nose, and the world stills. Not her blood. It had rombw the perpetrator.

I smile at her happiness. It’s a silver band with one larger diamond in a high setting, an intricate woven cage holding it. Nothing too large, but not too small that it would be gossiped about. I pull out the other ring out of the box, mine. It is a simple silver band, a ring of crimson around the middle and engraved with our names. She seems pleased by it as she takes it and slides on my finger and I do the same for her.