The Ring He Gave Me Had Her Initials
Chapter 1
After attending my best friend Mary's birthday party, I had just lain down when my phone pushed a hot post notification.
[Help me think of a disgusting birthday gift, around $200, I need to give it to my bestie the day after tomorrow.]
Netizens offered all sorts of nasty suggestions, but she rejected each one, saying none were disgusting enough.
Finally, she pinned her own reply:
[Thanks everyone. Her boyfriend said he'll help me get revenge the day after tomorrow and plans to make her publicly humiliate herself.]
Netizens immediately sensed something was off.
[What's your relationship with your bestie's boyfriend? Why would he help you?]
The poster sent several eye-roll emojis, her tone arrogant:
[His first kiss was mine, his first time was mine too.]
[Every year he lets me choose my Christmas gift first. The diamond ring he bought for his girlfriend cost over a hundred thousand dollars, but it's engraved with mine and his initials.]
After reading it, I felt both absurd and disgusted.
I enlarged the poster's profile picture. In the image, two people's fingers were interlocked, a diamond ring dazzling.
My heart sank sharply, all the blood in my body suddenly freezing.
That diamond ring was the one my boyfriend Marcus and I had custom-made together in France six months ago.