On the third day, Daniel waited for me outside the jewelry store.
He clearly knew I would be coming to deal with the ring. His expression was grim.
"You sold the ring?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you ask me first?"
"It's my ring. Why would I need to ask you?"
He had no answer.
After a moment, his tone softened.
"Emma, I've made my decision clear to Olivia. I won't get involved in her problems anymore. We can have another wedding. I'll book the hotel, the planner, the vendors, and the florist again. Only your name will be on the bridal suite. No one else will be allowed in."
I walked around him and continued toward the parking lot.
He followed me.
"What else do you want me to do? I admit I was wrong that day, but everyone makes mistakes. We were together for 6 years. You can't refuse to
