Evelin's POV
Grey approached me. "Evelin, I want us to make a final break."
I stared at him coldly. "There's nothing left to settle between us."
He opened his hands, revealing two cheap wedding rings resting in his palms.
"You abandoned these rings on the nightstand during our divorce, so I thought I'd deal with them now."
I gazed at those wedding rings—two worthless bands we'd picked up from a thrift shop.
The memory hit me like a slap. Back then, I'd been such a fool, believing that his love mattered more than the ring's price tag. I'd actually convinced myself that once he struck it rich, he'd replace it with something worthy.
What a joke. When a man gives you bargain-bin jewelry as your wedding ring, it screams that you mean nothing to him.
Sure enough, when Grey did make money, the expensive rings went to Grace, not me.
