Then Valentina chuckled, her fingers lazily tracing the rim of her glass as she leaned back in her chair. Her gaze, sharp yet unreadable, locked onto Serenity's bitter expression.
"So, that's what you're clinging to?" Valentina mused, her voice carrying a quiet amusement.
"A wedding ring?" She lifted her hand, flexing her fingers, allowing the absence of a ring to be plainly visible.
"And what does that prove, Serenity? That I'm not married? That my husband isn't real? Or does it just help you sleep at night to believe that?"
Serenity's lips twitched, her fists clenching at her sides.
"It just shows you're fooling yourself," she snapped.
"A woman in a real marriage would proudly wear her ring."
Raymond, who had remained silent, finally set down his drink with a soft clink. His eyes met Serenity's, cool and indifferent.
"A marriage isn't built on a ring," he said smoothly, his voice laced with quiet authority.