Swapping the Targeted Diamond Ring
After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime.
In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something.
One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed.
She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man.
I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring.
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