At the Tiffany store on Fifthmont Avenue, the sales associate slipped the most expensive diamond ring in the store onto my fiancé's childhood sweetheart's finger. Chloe Frost admired the ring with a bright smile. "Sophie, Ryan said my fingers are just as slender as yours, so he asked me to try it on first and make sure the size is right." The sales associate quickly chimed in, praising how beautifully the ring looked against Chloe's skin. I looked at Ryan Reed. He came over and held me back, lowering his voice. "Sophie, don't start something today." His voice was low, but his eyes kept wandering toward Chloe. "It's a wedding ring. It's a formality. What's the big deal if someone else tries it on? When we bought clothes, you let Chloe try things on for you too, didn't you?" "But this is our wedding ring," I said. Ryan frowned. "With this many people around, do you really have to embarrass Chloe?" Chloe raised her hand and asked Ryan, "Ryan, does it look good?" Ryan didn't look at me. He nodded. I pulled my hand away and met his eyes. "I don't want the ring." If someone else could slip on my wedding ring, then there was no reason for me to walk down the aisle.