I looked up to see Olivia’s high heel grinding against it.
“If I can’t have it, no one can.”
The crowd gasped.
I clenched my fists, just about to speak when—
“Enough.” Quentin’s voice was firm.
I turned to him in shock.
Guilt flickered in his eyes before he looked away and—without hesitation—kicked my wedding ring into the lake.
I stared blankly as it vanished beneath the water.
Once upon a time, he had cherished that ring, transported it across seven countries, and proposed to me under the northern lights. Now, he discarded it like trash.
Olivia giggled and wrapped her arms around him. “Quentin, you know I hate when my things get tainted by others.”
“I know, I know.” Quentin patted her head with a loving smile.
She turned to me, blinking in surprise. “Natalie! Why are you still sitting on the ground? Oh dear, I did steal your ring… How about this—”
She suddenly picked up a soda can tab and held it out excitedly. “Here! Let’s use this as your wedding ring instead! Just like in those TV dramas! So romantic, right?”
I took the soda can with shaking hands. The laughter in her eyes stoked my fury. I lifted the can, ready to splash its contents on her—
However, before I could, Quentin shielded her with his body. His groomsmen grabbed my arms, holding me back.
“Natalie, have you lost your mind?!”
“She’s just a bit delusional from the memory loss. Don’t take it personally!”
“Yeah, today’s your wedding! Don’t be so petty.”
