Lies, Lies, and More Lies?

Was this even my ring, or had John given me something that wasn’t meant for me? I paced the room; the ring clutched tightly in my hand as if it might somehow explain itself. But the more I tried to make sense of it, the deeper I sank into confusion.

This ring, once a cherished token of love, now felt like a doorway to secrets I wasn’t prepared to uncover. Forty years—our entire marriage—suddenly felt fragile, like it could shatter under the weight of the truth. Every memory we had shared now seemed tarnished. The air felt heavy as I wrestled with the reality of a betrayal I could no longer deny.