That Small Thing Called Loving You

The night before my engagement, I found a post about a girl's perfect boyfriend—and the ring he gave her. I designed that ring. For my fiancé, Lucas. I showed up at his dinner and heard the truth: I was just a "pet" he kept out of obligation. The burden my dead mother left behind after saving his life. Heartbroken and burning with fever, I ran straight into traffic. Five years later, he found me. But I was wearing another man's ring.