I sighed and rubbed at my temple, where a headache was beginning to form, likely due to hunger. "It's okay, I just…I'm still so confused and I don't want to make any major decisions until I'm certain it's the right one."
I instinctively went to touch the finger with my wedding ring, then realized I'd stopped wearing my wedding band the day I'd asked Aiden for a divorce.
The ring, a 12-carat, east-west marquise diamond, had easily cost over ten million dollars, and had earned me a number 12 spot on Brides Magazine's article: 'Twenty most expensive wedding rings amongst Manhattan's Upper class.'
It was now back in its box, tucked in a drawer in my former bedroom, stashed away out of sight. In my original plan, I'd intended to leave him a note explaining where Aiden could find the ring an
