Zamora bit her lip, tears slipping down her pale cheeks as she said pitifully, “But… it was clear you’re the one who ripped the ring off my finger.”
The next instant, Ross stormed in. The moment his eyes landed on Zamora sitting on the floor, his face changed completely.
“Zamora!” He rushed over, shoving me aside without hesitation, and pulled her into his arms.
I stumbled and fell hard onto the floor, my bag bursting open beside me.
A small clay charm rolled out—a pair of little clay figures we’d made together back when we first started our company.
For a second, Ross’s gaze lingered on them.
And for that one second, I foolishly thought he might bend down to pick them up.
But then, as if terrified someone might see through him, he raised his foot and crushed them instead.
The sharp sound of breaking clay filled the room, fragile and crisp, almost like the sound of something shattering inside me.
I stared in disbelief at the scattered fragments.
I’d made those by hand when we first got together. They’d stayed with me for eight years—a tiny, fragile piece of hope I’d carried through everything.
Now, it was just dust beneath his shoes.
Just like our relationship.
“Ross…” My throat tightened, the words barely escaping.
“Stop making a scene here,” he snapped coldly. “Return the ring I gave Zamora!”
My head jerked up, my voice trembling. “I didn’t take her ring!”
His brows furrowed as he looked down at me, disappointment and impatience etched across his face.
“Issy, when did you become so immature? Do you even realize how you look right now—acting like some jealous, crazy woman?”
Every gaze in the office turned toward me.
The whispers spread again.
“Did she really sleep with him?”
“Probably. He must’ve taken pity on her and kept her out of sympathy.”
“What a pity. Trying to steal his fiancée’s ring? If that gets out…”
My fingers burned red as I struggled to wrench the ring off, repeating over and over, “I didn’t take her ring. She’s the one who put it on my finger!”
Ross’s expression darkened. He leaned down, speaking through clenched teeth, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I know you’re upset, and I get that you wanted the ring. But can’t you stop causing a scene? Don’t embarrass yourself like this!”
“Come on. Just give it back!” he demanded.
I raised my head. Tears shimmered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
He didn’t believe me. He just believed Zamora without question.