Before I could finish, Blair frowned with visible irritation. She snatched the ring from my hand and scoffed coldly.
“Lol. You’re proposing with a fake diamond ring?”
“If you’d at least bought a real one that matched your supposed status, maybe I’d have thought better of you. But this? What is it, some cheap knockoff the size of a quail egg?”
I stood frozen. The woman who had always appeared gentle and sweet was gone. Her mocking tone cut deeper than any blade.
Still, I convinced myself it was just the pregnancy. Hormones could change a person, right?
So I smiled and tried to explain that the ring was real.
But Blair didn’t even let me speak. “What’s with that stupid grin? Who are you trying to fool? Forget the proposal; I’m not marrying you.”
“You’re not marrying me?” My voice cracked. “But we’ve been together for so many years. And you’re carrying my child…”
I was growing anxious, but Blair only laughed harder, her voice dripping with mockery.
“Who says getting pregnant means I have to get married?”