The Ring He Gave Me Had Her Initials

Chapter 1

1,306 words

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.