I met his eyes, steady and hollow. “Nothing. I’m just… disappointed in you.”
Then, without another thought, I pulled my wedding ring from my finger. The same ring I once thought symbolized love, partnership, eternity.
I looked at it one last time—then threw it straight at his face. The small band clinked against his cheekbone before falling to the floor.
Oliver’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as he followed me. His voice was sharp, impatient, the way it always was whenever he felt his pride had been bruised.
“What was that, Candice?” His eyes narrowed on me. “You just threw away our wedding ring like it meant nothing. What’s wrong with you? Is this again because of what happened? Are you jealous? Is that it? It was your fs”
I swallowed, my throat burning, but I said nothing. My hands trembled at my sides, the ghost of the ring’s weight still lingering on my finger. I wanted to scream, Yes, I’m jealous. Yes, I’m tired. Yes, I’ve given you everything and received nothing in return. But the words never left my mouth.
Silence was my only defense.
Oliver scoffed. “Oh God, you’re useless. Fine. Do whatever you want.”