Betraying My Billionaire Husband-Vincent

Chapter 3

A soft clink of metal against the floor caught Vincent's attention as he stepped into his living room. He bent down, picking up the delicate necklace that lay abandoned near the couch. His breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the pendant—a wedding ring.

His wedding ring.

The same one Jane had thrown at his feet seven years ago, on that rainy night outside the courthouse. Vincent had thought she left it behind as a symbol of finality, a cruel reminder of the love she'd rejected. But here it was, strung onto a chain and worn close to her heart.

He turned the ring over in his hand, noting the faint engraving inside: Forever and Always.

"Why?" Vincent whispered to himself, staring at the ring as if it held the answers to all his questions. "Why would she keep this?"

Memories of that night came flooding back—her angry words, her tear-streaked face, and the way she had walked away without looking back. Yet, as much as he hated to admit it, he'd always wondered if there was more to her leaving than what she'd said.

What he hadn't known was that Jane, overcome by her guilt and drowning her pride, had returned to the courthouse after he'd left. She had stood in the rain, stared at the ring lying on the ground, and picked it up with shaking hands.

Now, holding the necklace in his hand, Vincent felt a wave of emotions: confusion, anger, and a flicker of hope.

She still cares," he whispered low, his voice barely audible. "She has to, or she wouldn't have kept this."

Vincent fisted the necklace in his hand, his head reeling. He needed answers, needed to know why Jane had left him for William, thrown their love away, and why-despite everything-she had kept this one piece of their past.

the next morning.

I froze in the doorway of Vincent's office, my heart pounding as I saw the necklace dangling from his hand. The wedding ring I had worn as a keepsake for seven years now shone under the harsh office light, betraying the secret I had tried to keep hidden.

"Is this yours?" Vincent asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

I nodded hesitantly. "Yes."

His eyes were stern as he held the necklace higher. "Why do you still have this, Jane? You threw it at my feet that night. Does it mean you still care about me?"

I clinched my fists, bracing myself against the tide of emotions his question stirred. "There's no need to read into it. I was on my way to sell it."

Vincent's eyes narrowed, and his tone shifted sharp with disbelief. "Sell it? Sell what? The ring?"

"Yes," I admitted, looking down to the floor.

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the polished floor. "Why, Jane? Why would you sell it? What's going on?"

I hesitated, but his piercing stare demanded an answer. "Because I need the money, Vincent. I really need it.

His expression softened, though his face remained confused. "What happened to you?" he asked, taking a step closer. "Your family had everything: money, status, comfort. You had all the things you used to throw in my face. So why. why are you like this now? Ever since we met again, you've been. different. You look tired, worn out, like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

I swallowed hard, his words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. "You wouldn't understand," I murmured, avoiding his gaze.

Vincent tilted his head, studying me intently. "Then make me understand. Jane, what happened after you left me? What happened to the life you chose over ours?

His questions pierced my defenses, and for a moment, I had the urge to tell him it all. About everything that has happened, about Dylan's condition, about why I divorce him.