"I'm not married."
I thought I was hearing things my mind wanted me to hear. But the voice was so real. I met his serious face as he watched me suffer alone. I swallowed after realizing he actually said those words. My eyes drifted down to the ring on his finger.
"I'm not married," he repeated before I could utter a word. Without a second thought, he took the ring off his finger and placed it on the table.
I laughed again. I think I’m going crazy. "Marriage doesn't work that way, Yves. You can’t take off that ring just because you started to like someone else. It’s not like that. And in front of me. You think that'll make me proud?"
What kind of woman would like a man who could easily let go of his own family for another woman? Karma is alive and living with us. Didn’t he know how mo
