I Canceled Our Wedding When He Chose Her

She approached me with tear-filled eyes and a sugary tone, gripping my hand. "Ms. Chapman, I'm really sorry. I didn’t realize this ring meant so much to you. I only asked Alan for it because I thought it was lovely."

"I assumed you had plenty of rings, unlike me with none. I thought you wouldn't mind. Please, don’t be angry; I'll give it back to you right away."

She then attempted to remove the ring from her finger, but after struggling for a while, her hand turned red.

I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of frustration and amusement.

This wasn’t an apology; it was a clear attempt at provocation.

If she were truly sorry, she wouldn’t have strutted in wearing my engagement ring so boldly.

Her act was probably to draw attention.

As expected, Alan approached us next.

He gently took Izabella’s hand, looking concerned.

“If it’s stuck, just leave it. Don’t hurt yourself over it. How about this, Inaya, I’ll give you $300,000 for it.”

Upon hearing this, Izabella looked at Alan with emotional, tender eyes.

I stood right in front of them, watching their display, and felt my anger rise.

“It’s not for sale. I designed this engagement ring myself. Take it off immediately!”

Alan frowned, clearly displeased.

Izabella clung to his arm, pretending to feel guilty, "Alan, this belongs to Ms. Chapman. I should return it."

She went to the bathroom, used some soap, and returned the ring to me.

I reached out to take it, but as soon as I saw it clearly, my anger escalated.

“You changed the ring’s size?”

She shrank back a bit, hiding behind Alan.

“It was a little too big, so I had it resized.”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll find a designer to fix it right away.”

I couldn’t hold back my anger any longer and slapped her.

“Now that you’ve made it smaller, how do you expect to fix it?”

“Izabella, you’re truly contemptible.”

“Inaya!”

Alan shouted, stepping protectively in front of Izabella.

“Don’t overreact! I’m the one who gave it to her. Why blame her instead of me?”

I looked at him coldly, momentarily forgetting his involvement, and slapped him too.

Alan’s expression turned dark instantly.

“Do you think you don’t disgust me? Both of you make me sick.”

“Get out, and don’t ever show up in front of me again.”

With those words, I walked away with the movers, indifferent to their reactions.