“Keep the ring,” she muttered coldly, tossing the engagement ring onto the table. It landed with a sharp clink against a water glass. Without looking back, she walked out the front door, leaving it wide open.
Xavier tried to run after her, but Nathan caught his arm, pulling him into a tight embrace as our boy finally broke down. It took weeks to help him pick up the pieces of his shattered heart. But every time I look at my son now, safe and still with us, I thank God for Margaret’s warning. A broken heart can heal, but a ruined life is forever.
