Revenge Said “I Do”
I wouldn’t let him see me cry.
“It’s over,” I whispered, my voice quiet but firm.
“What?” His brows arched slightly, the first real reaction I’d seen from him.
“It’s over,” I repeated, louder this time. My trembling hands reached for the engagement ring on my finger. The diamond that once symbolized our love now felt like a shackle.
I yanked it off and placed it on the table between us.
“If you want Amélie so bad, you can have her,” I said, my voice breaking despite my resolve. “Alias Rousseau, it’s over between us.”