Isabella pulled her hand out of Samuel’s grasp.
“Maybe I lost it when I left the house this morning.”
Samuel immediately reached for his phone to dial a number. “I’ll have someone go look for it right now.”
Isabella shook her head. “No need. Just consider it lost.”
“How can you just let it go? This ring is our wedding ring—it’s proof of our love.”
Proof of their love?
Their love had already been shattered beyond recognition by his countless betrayals.
Isabella laughed softly. “It’s just a piece of jewelry. It doesn’t guarantee love.”
Samuel insisted, “Diamonds are the hardest thing on Earth. It represents my unchanging heart for you.”
“And what if one day, you betray me?”
“That’s impossible.”
“I’m asking, what if?”
Samuel looked at her, his gaze sincere, even solemn. He swore, “If I ever betray you, let me be pierced by a thousand arrows and die a painful death.”
Isabella turned her face away, not wanting to see the fake earnesty in his eyes.
Back when she still loved him, hearing him make such an earnest vow would’ve made her rush to cover his mouth, worried that she was pushing him too far, forcing him to swear like that.
But now, she didn’t love him anymore, and his words only sounded like a joke.
“Bella.” Samuel wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice tinged with a hint of complaint. “Why do I feel like something’s off lately? You’ve been so distant.”
“I haven’t.”
“You have,” he insisted. “Bella, is it because I’ve been too busy and haven’t had time for you? Are you upset with me?”
“I told you, I’m not,” she said. “Let go of me.”
“I won’t,” he said, pulling her closer. “Next week is our fifth wedding anniversary, Bella. I’ve prepared a surprise for you…”
Just then, his phone rang.
Samuel immediately released her and pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen.
From Isabella’s point of view, she saw him smirk, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as his gaze on the screen turned suddenly suggestive.
He quickly typed a reply. Then, he looked at her with a slight apology and said, “Bella, there’s an urgent matter at the company. I need to head out right now.”
There was still a flicker of hope inside Isabella. “When will you be back?”
Samuel wrapped an arm around her, kissing her gently on the forehead. “I might not be back tonight. But tomorrow morning, I’ll bring you your favorite pastries, okay?”
Just like that, he was gone.
His tablet was still on the couch in the living room.
Isabella picked it up, noticing that his WhatsApp was still logged in.
Two minutes ago, a woman under the name “Little Tease” had sent him a picture.