Milford’s heart broke right on cue. He immediately grabbed her hand and slid the ring back onto her finger, his voice low and full of false tenderness.
“Lisa, don’t say that. Don’t even think it. You gave the Wright Clan a son—an heir. You’ve done more for this family than anyone else. That ring, that title… they belong to you.”
I stood there, stunned. Wide-eyed.
I couldn't believe this… Milford, you once told me our daughter was the only rightful heir to the Wright legacy.
But now, you were doing this?
That vintage gold ring wasn’t just a symbol of the Wright Clan's Lady of the House. It was our engagement ring.
Milford had given it to me when he proposed—promising me forever. To prove he meant it, he had the word “Lori” engraved into the ring.
But that was all in the past.
My eyes locked on that same ring—and it felt like a knife straight through my heart. The original engraving had been filed away. In its place was a new one: “Lisa.” a short to Malissa.
I swallowed the bitterness burning in my throat. I was just about to speak, to tell the crowd who I really was...