‘I’m sorry, Jordan,’ he added.
Jordan didn’t want his apologies. She wanted nothing further to do with him. Ever, ever again.
‘About the ring…’ he continued.
‘What about it?’
‘I…er…would you mind sending it to me via international courier as soon as possible? Caroline and I are having an engagement party next weekend.’
Jordan blinked, then shook her head. Why was it that the actions of men would never truly cease to amaze her? ‘Sure thing. No trouble. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow morning.’
‘You’re upset with me.’
Gee, how intuitive of you!
‘Actually, I’m not, Chad. I’m relieved.’
‘Relieved?’
‘Yeah. When and if I marry, it will be to a man who really loves me. Bye, Chad.’
She hung up before he could say another single word. Then she sank down onto a nearby chair and wept inconsolably. Not for Chad. But for the fact that no man had ever really loved her or wanted her to be his wife.
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