A year ago, when Carter and I returned from Doctors Without Borders, I'd shed my usual reserve and made a real effort to fit into his social circle. I'd even broken the Henson family's rule against living together before marriage and moved into the Gilbert residence.
They all assumed I was deeply in love with Carter. He assumed the same.
That was why they'd conspired to set this trap for me.
Right now, Carter was waiting for me to fall apart. Waiting for me to beg him to come back.
He was wrong.
Under every mocking stare in the room, I slipped the engagement ring off my finger and let it drop to the floor like it weighed nothing.
"Congratulations on your marriage, Carter."
"We're done."
The words hung in the air.
Carter, still holding Nora, went rigid. His expression darkened as he stared at me.
"You're doing this on purpose, Amanda. Trying to get under my skin."
"Just because I humiliated you at the engagement party, now you're pretending you don't care."
I looked at him with a cold smile.
"Whether I care or not—"
"You'll find out soon enough."
With that, I turned and walked out of the banquet hall. I pulled out my phone.
"Stop delivering medication to the Gilbert residence."