When Zach proposed, I expected magic. But the ring wasn’t what I imagined—no diamond, no sparkle—just a dark, smoky stone with strange engravings. It felt… heavy. Like it carried a story. A week later, I found an old photo of Zach with another woman—his former fiancée, Camille. On her finger was my ring. I froze….
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