“Is there any jewelry you would like to alter, miss?” a staff member asked politely.
“Melt this ring for me, please.”
“There are initials engraved here—this ring must hold significant meaning, right? Are you absolutely sure you want to melt it?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Can you do it now, please?”
Half an hour later, Noelle headed home with an exquisite-looking jewelry box.
It was past 10:00 pm when Shawn returned, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. “I’m sorry, Elle. Work has been really hectic lately, and I haven’t had much time for you. I brought you your favorite freesias. Do you like them?”
As he stepped closer, she could smell a hint of a woman’s perfume on him. She turned her head slightly and noticed a faint bite mark on his Adam’s apple. Her eyes drifted to his collar, where a bright red lipstick stain stood out starkly against the fabric.
Noelle sneered. Had he been busy with work or getting it on with Jessica?
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Shawn asked.
She pushed him away. “I’m tired.”
“I’ll carry you to the bedroom so you can rest, then.” He leaned down to lift her into his arms.
She pushed him away again. “You must be tired, too. You should shower and get some rest.”
He reached out to hold her hand. That was when he noticed something. “Where’s your wedding ring, Elle?”
