His Mother's Ring, His Vengeance

elt like a prison I had built for myself. For seven years, this was m

assically trained chef from Philly, was the perfect prop. In exchange, she paid fo

ing her lovers home. My role had long since devo

face. He was a fitness influencer, all manufactured confidence and scul

me with disdain. "Jocelyn told me she keeps you aro

to fists. Years of this had worn down my p

the main bedroom a constant, humiliating reminder of my

rode into the kitchen, not e

the one with the hand-toasted cumin seeds. And make sure the e

emind me of my place. For seven years

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. Jocelyn finally turned to look at me, her pe

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ring my mother's signet ring. My blood ran cold. It was a simple gold ring, an he

ed, then he caught my eye and smirked, wigg

king with a rage I hadn't felt in

d thing? He found it. It looks better on

ide, the love, the gratitude-it all turned to

r's memory on his hand. I felt a strange calm settle over me. It was the calm