“I have to ask you to do something I never thought I would,” I say as I twist my engagement ring. “Tell me.” His voice is soft, his blue eyes watery and pleading. I also feel a sense of panic. Closing my eyes, I no longer see the man in front of me. Instead, it’s the man with green eyes waiting for me at my loft. Ready to make me his wife. Either I break the promise I made to Chad years ago, or I allow the promise to break what’s left of me. My heart drops to my feet when I say, “Please let me go.”
