The day I got out of the hospital, Brandon showed up to drive me home.
"Sorry, been tied up with club stuff. Couldn't visit," he said.
I just hummed, not calling him out.
He paused, then added, "It's Ashley's birthday today. She invited you to the party."
The bash was at a swanky private club, over-the-top lavish. Crystal chandeliers, floral arches, a live band playing soft tunes—it screamed romance, and I knew Brandon had planned every detail.
During the gift-giving, he pulled out a velvet box. The crowd gasped. Inside was a diamond ring, sparkling under the lights, easily worth a fortune.
Ashley's hands flew to her mouth, eyes misty. "Brandon, this is too much..."
He slipped it around her neck, his fingers grazing her skin, his gaze so inelevense it was like she was the only she-w
