He asked me to marry him, promising to treat me well for the rest of his life and do everything in his power to give me everything I wanted.
He really did what he said.
Two years after our marriage, we had a house.
Three years later, we had a child and moved into an even bigger house.
In our nine years of marriage, he bought me countless luxury items, enough to fill up another spare house.
But there was one thing missing—a ring.
I used to think he was too busy and not attentive enough.
It wasn't until I accidentally saw him with a young girl, entering the VIP section of a jewelry store, that I realized the truth.
When they came out, the beautiful girl had a dazzling diamond ring on her hand that could blind passersby.
Rubbing my waist, I slowly sat down next to Harris. I took his hand, and naturally, our fingers interlocked like an old married couple.
With a smile, he accused me.
"Honey, you haven't given a single phone call to me recently. You're heartless. By the way, I bought many gifts for you and momo, still in the car and haven't brought them in yet."
I didn't speak; I just examined Harris's hand.
As expected, there was a faint mark from a ring.