“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked.
I smiled at him.
“It is.”
He looked at the ring for another moment, and something resembling sadness crossed his face.
I noticed it, but before I could ask what was wrong, he kissed my forehead and pulled me closer.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said quietly.
I assumed he was simply overwhelmed.
I had no reason to think otherwise.
When I finally fell asleep that night, I did so with my hand resting against his chest and the ring sparkling on my finger.
I believed my life had just entered its happiest chapter.
I had no idea that by the following morning, I would be sitting alone in the kitchen, wondering whether my engagement had ever meant what I thought it did.
Five Words That Changed Everything
The next morning, I woke up smiling.
For several seconds, I lay in bed looking at the ceiling, remembering the previous evening. Then I lifted my left hand and watched the diamond catch the morning light.
