His eyes hold mine for a beat. “You’re wrong. Let’s be real, Rebecca. You’re wrong.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I was happy. I was content. You’re still thinking about your ex-husband.” His eyes fill with tears. “I went through all the trouble to get a yellow diamond from Cancún. I’ve been working extra hours to help pay for it,” he whispers. “I wanted you to wear your dream ring.” He angrily wipes his eyes. “But it turns out, it was never your dream. It was only mine.”
