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I stared at the ring that was weighing down my left ring finger. I loathed that damn ring; it was the source of all my troubles. Twenty-seven! I was only twenty-seven, I didn’t need James. He only wanted to marry me because of the money, anyway. Everyone knew he didn’t love me.
I swigged from the brown bottle I clutched in my right hand and stared at the man who sat curled over the piano. I could hear the iridescent chimes of the notes, but I shoved them out of my mind. I stared at the little diamonds, which winked evilly under the low lighting.
I put the bottle down on the counter, and the bartender slid me another bottle.
“Put it on my tab.” I said without looking up from my ring. I had been spending more and more time at this dingy bar ever since my cursed engagement a month ago. Everyone thought it would be good for me. Everyone but me.
I shimmed the ring off my finger and slammed it onto the counter. At once, my finger and heart felt lighter. I pulled a scrap of paper and pen from my purse, then scrawled a hasty note to leave for James to find.
I’m sorry. We both know the truth. I left the ring next to the note, not caring if some bum picked it up the second I left.
I flicked a couple bills to bartender and stepped back into the snowy streets of New York City.
I left James and my problems behind, walking alone into the night
