The Truth, Set in Gold

For forty years, my wedding ring had been a steadfast symbol of my marriage. It had been removed only a handful of times, its presence as natural as breathing. So why now, after all this time, was the jeweler staring at it like it didn’t belong?

His silence stretched unbearably, and I let out a nervous laugh, hoping to lighten the moment, but his expression didn’t shift. His look made my chest tighten. My fingers trembled as I waited for him to explain, but he didn’t. Whatever he had seen in my ring was more than I was ready to understand. What had been hiding all these years?