Taryn Asher No Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low and laced with tension. I narrowed my eyes, instinctively bracing for the worst. “The wedding. Did it happen?” My heart felt like it had dropped into my stomach, the words hanging like a dark cloud between us. Asher’s expression remained stoic, but I caught a flicker of empathy dancing in his dark eyes. “Yes, it did. Aria is now Tristan’s mate.” The finality of his words hit me like a physical blow, robbing me of breath.

But that was it. Ashton had no desire to look back on the path filled with her silent endurance and grievances. Late into the night, a weary Fiona fell into a deep sleep. But Ashton remained awake. She still owed Kenny a wedding ring. The poor guy hinted every day as casually as he could, pretending to be patient, but she knew he was eager. It had to be a men's ring, something suitable for the solemn events he often attended—nothing too flashy. But a plain band somehow seemed inadequately heartfelt.

I’m still married, technically, and Asher is older than my father—or at least, he was. I sigh heavily, twisting my wedding ring around my finger as if the cool metal could ground me. I should just let it go, treat it like it never happened that it meant nothing. But the fact that Asher seems to have already done so stings in a way I can’t quite explain.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

"Change of plans. You're staying and Asher is going. I have to get him away from Megan. There is more to that story than we know." "Fine by me." He walked away, laughing after that. Tyson leaned over and grabbed the ring box he had and pulled the rings out and grabbed my hand and slipped the rings on me. I really hadn't paid that much attention to them when he was down on his knee but now that I'm looking at them, they were the most beautiful rings I had ever seen and more than I could have ever dreamed of. "Tyson, these are beautiful and way too much. I didn't need something like this."

She merely hugged his arm and said as she looked at him with her sparkling eyes, "Shayne, I don't want anything but your love." She had still loved him back then. Her eyes looked pure and innocent. They looked better than the most beautiful gemstones in the world. He shouldn't have taken her for granted, but he had believed her kind words and gave her nothing. Even up until their divorce, Aralyn never wore a wedding ring from him. The assistant went back and forth several times but still failed to find a gift that satisfied Shayne. All the assistant could do was ask him about his needs again. Shayne said, "The most expensive item in the store, and bring me a ring as well."

She shouted with excitement, extending her hand forward as he laughed with her unable to hide his amusement by her remark. He took out the ring and slid it on her finger. The minimalistic design with a centre diamond was something Veronica preferred and he didn't think twice before buying it for Ashley. While on the other side, Ashley actually wanted to give time to Carter instead so he can think about taking that ring off his finger before marrying her. Because there's no way she's going to marry a married man who's still wearing his wedding ring. He got up and they both hugged each other rather tightly. He placed a kiss on the side of her forehead before taking her into a fiery kiss and sh

Instead, I just calmly said, "He can. It's just that I've been a little busy lately." Asher hadn't even discussed it with me before deciding to divorce me and marry someone else. So, why should I help with their wedding? Not wanting to hear more from her, I abruptly hung up the phone. When I reached home, I found Asher in the front yard. He was wearing a light-gray casual outfit as he kept Cora company, looking relaxed. Smiling, he poured her a glass of fruit punch. A pair of beautiful pearl earrings adorned Cora's ears, and they sparkled brilliantly under the sunlight.

“Once I see Yannick’s life drain from his eyes, you’ll be free to go. I promise.” It’s a challenge to get enough air into my lungs. Each breath is shallow, painful, like I’m swallowing gravel. “Then … yes. I’ll agree to marry you.” My lips make the shape of the words, but they come from far away. Asher hears them; I know, because he reaches into his vest pocket. From the depths of it he slips out a silver ring with a massive diamond on top. It’s encrusted along the curves with smaller ones. It must’ve cost a fortune.

"Don't you miss me? She whined and said. Kiara laughed and said," I do". "Then it's settled. I just called to inform you, bye!". Sarah said and disconnected the call. Kiara laughed at her Friend's antics and grinned. She can't wait to see her too. ..... "Yoo... What's up". Chris said when he received a call from Asher. "I need a customized wedding ring". Asher said, going straight to the point. "What". Chris shouted in horror. "Bring it to the manor tomorrow morning". Asher said coldly and hung up.