The Gift I Bought Him Had Another Woman’s Name

I spent six months of my salary buying my fiancé, Dominic Bellandi, the latest Apple gift set for his birthday. Every paycheck from the small accounting position his family had arranged for me at one of their waterfront holding companies went toward it, dollar by dollar, until the box finally arrived at the coastal house I shared with him in the city. But when I opened it, running my thumb along the engraved case, I noticed the initials. His were correct. Mine were wrong.

My thumb found the inside of my ring finger, pressing against the warm band of the betrothal ring that had never quite…