And there, plastered to his side, was Olivia, giggling sweetly.
She stiffened for a second, then reluctantly sat up.
“Sophia, why don’t you ever knock?”
Ignoring her, I grabbed her hand.
The glaring green shimmer of the ring burned into my eyes.
“Is this yours? You think you can just wear it?”
“Hey, what are you doing? That hurts!” Olivia yanked her hand back, pouting pitifully.
“Sophia Lane, are you crazy?”
Michael immediately shielded her behind him, as if I were some kind of monster.
“Don’t you know that’s mine? How dare you give it to her?”
My voice trembled with fury.
Michael hesitated for a moment, then his expression turned impatient.
“Olivia liked it. I thought it looked nice, so I let her try it on.”
“That’s all it is. And you storm into my office over a worthless ring? Where are your manners?”
I almost laughed out loud.
Manners?
A cheating man lecturing me about manners?
On my birthday, when he claimed to be too busy on a trip, I begged him to spend some time with me.
He told me I was too dependent, asked why I couldn’t buy things myself.
He said he hated “rituals” and told me not to try to change him.
Back then, I comforted myself, thinking it was just his personality.
But now?