he holds the object up between his fingers, and I see it’s a wedding band. My wedding band. The last time I saw it was the morning he forced me to marry him. I took it off and left it on my nightstand and haven’t thought about it since. When the hell did he get that? “I know you haven’t been wearing it.” “Well, there wasn’t really anywhere to wear it.” “This is a symbol of our marriage. It represents the binding of our relationship. I would like for you to wear it at all times.” I almost roll my eyes at the statement, but then I notice the shiny metal band he has wrapped around his ring
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