After that day, the safe’s password and the lock on her office door were changed. Back then, I couldn’t understand it. It was just a ring, right? We were married. Why couldn’t I wear it, even for a second?
But I get it now.
That ring was never mine. It had always been meant for someone else.
It had been waiting for him. For Archie.
That ring wasn’t a symbol of our marriage. It was her promise to him.
And now, it had finally found its way to where it was always supposed to be.
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The music faded, and Margaux led Archie up to the ceremonial stage. They moved in sync, effortless, like they’d been rehearsing their whole lives.
She took the mic with a practiced smile.
“Today marks Mr. Archie Branson’s return after completing his studies abroad. I’m pleased to officially announce that he will be stepping into the role of Vice President at Novastar Group, with a twenty percent equity stake.”
She paused, letting the crowd soak that in before she continued, “And as a gesture of appreciation for his decision to join the company, I’ll also be transferring ownership of Starlight Heights to him.”
Exactly as expected, a hostess approached with a silver tray. Margaux extended her hand, removed the black silk cover, and unveiled a property deed—a rich crimson folder shining under the stage lights.
The room buzzed like a kicked beehive:
“Miss Haywood is insane. A company stake and a luxury villa? That’s real power.”
“Starlight Heights alone is worth billions. She’s not just generous—she’s making a statement.”
“Come on, everyone knows Miss Haywood’s heart was always with Archie. This just seals it.”
The comments rippled through the crowd like wildfire.
I could feel the weight of a hundred stares landing on me.
Some were pitiful, some amused, but most of them just wanted a good show.
Just in time, Gerard entered, his jaw tight.
He fixed me with a look and spoke low: “See that? He walks in and leaves with billions. You’re still here talking about divorce. If you’ve got energy to sulk, spend it getting Margaux back. When she kicks you out, don’t come crawling to us. We don’t carry dead weight.”
I just smiled faintly and looked down at my phone.
A video had just come in.
“You’re right, Gerard,” I said. “I stand corrected.”
Meanwhile, on stage, Margaux and Archie looked at each other with the warmth and longing I once dreamed she would show me. She handed him the deed and leaned in for a kiss.