“I figured you needed an engagement ring. I didn’t think you’d like a diamond. This seemed more you.” “Shut up.” I gaped at the ring a second more, my breathing getting heavier. “No,” he snapped back. “If you don’t like it—” “Stop talking, Aiden. It’s the most amazing ring I’ve ever seen.” I held my hand up closer to my face and shook my head in a daze, looking up at his eyes with my heart on my tongue. “It’s for me?” “Who else would it be for? My other wife?” the annoying ass asked. He’d gotten me a ring.
