After I hung up, I felt something cold slide down against my collarbone.
The proposal ring. The one Ivan had slipped onto my finger when we were kids, promising that one day he'd marry me.
I slowly took it off. Then I placed it together with the new ring and the bank card in front of him.
"You said I should leave. Fine. You'll get what you want."
His expression froze. For the first time in a long time, real confusion flickered across his face.
Ivan didn't reach for any of it.
The rings slipped from my fingers and hit the ground with a sharp metallic clang.
He just stared at them, his brows tightly knit, as if he couldn't quite understand what was happening.
I didn't have any energy or desire to comfort him anymore.
A maid hesitated before speaking, "Sir... Mrs... I mean... Miss Co
