Chapter 3
Chapter 3.
For the next several days, Isabella locked herself in her room with red–rimmed eyes, refusing to see
anyone.
When her parents learned what Ronan had done at the birthday party, they felt even more certain that not choosing him had been the right decision. They wanted to confront the Moretti family directly, but Isabella, who had barely stepped out of her room in days, stopped them.
With the wedding so close, she didn’t want any more complications.
After calming her parents, she left the house carrying a design sketch.
She hadn’t been hiding in her room obsessing over Ronan–he meant nothing to her now. Instead, she’d been designing a wedding ring for Lucius, crafted by her own hand.
She knew how much “Stardust” meant to him, and she wanted to give him something just as
meaningful in return.
She gave the design to the family’s jeweler, asking him to have a master craftsman create it
personally.
But when the agreed deadline arrived, the ring never came.
When Isabella inquired, she learned that Ronan had visited the shop days earlier. He’d spotted the ring immediately, asked a few questions, then simply taken it.
His parting words: “It’s for me anyway. No need to call Isabella for pickup.”
The staff, knowing about the Claymore–Moretti engagement, hadn’t intervened.
Isabella’s heart sank like a stone.
She rushed to the Moretti estate to retrieve the ring, only to find Heyar sitting among piles of
delivery boxes, cooing sweetly.
‘Mr. Ronan, you secretly cleared out my shopping cart again! You’re so sweet–I’ll never be able to
repay you.”
“I do it because I want to. You don’t need to repay anything. And I’ve told you before–stop calling me
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that. Use my name.”
Heyar blushed prettily as she whispered, “Ronan.”
Watching their intimate exchange, Isabella didn’t even blink as she strode through the door.
Hearing footsteps, Ronan looked up and frowned.
‘What are you doing here?”
‘The wedding ring you took. Give it back.”
Seeing Isabella’s outstretched hand, Ronan raised an eyebrow.
‘It’s gone.”
[sabella’s gaze sharpened, her voice hardening. “What do you mean, gone?”
Before Ronan could make up an excuse, Heyar spoke up from the floor, her voice timid.
‘Oh… Miss Claymore, I just saw online that wedding rings are great for opening packages, so I used it
for a few… hundred. It’s a little scratched now. I mean… if it still matters to you, you can have it
back?”
She opened her palm, revealing the once–beautiful ring now marred with deep scratches.
Ronan had given her wedding ring–designed with love for another man–to Heyar as a glorified box
cutter?
Rage ignited in Isabella’s chest, spreading through her entire body.
Unable to control herself any longer, she stared at the two uncaring faces before her, her eyes
blazing.
“Ronan, what the hell gave you the right to take something that wasn’t yours? And you, Heyar–how
dare you treat it like garbage? Do either of you even understand what basic respect means?”
Seeing her break down over a simple ring ruined Ronan’s good mood, irritation creeping into his
voice.
“The wedding ring was meant for me anyway. What are you making such a fuss about?”
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Oh, and I’ve decided we’ll just get the marriage certificate. No ceremony. So your ring design was ointless–don’t waste any more effort.”
lis dismissive attitude made Isabella clench her fists as she declared once more:
Ronan, that wedding ring was never meant for you!”
If not me, then who? Isabella, enough. You’re taking this way too far!”
s he spoke, Ronan carelessly tossed the damaged ring aside and pulled Heyar toward the door.
Don’t waste time arguing with her. Heyar, didn’t you say you wanted to learn to drive? Come on, I’ll each you.”
Vatching them leave, Isabella felt waves of anger and helplessness crash over her. She wanted to hase after them, but first she had to find the ring.
t took thirty minutes of searching before she found it in a flower bed.
Carefully tucking it into her pocket, she left immediately. There wasn’t time to create a new ne–she’d have to find someone to repair this one and hope it could be restored.
ust as she stepped outside the estate, she heard a strange noise.
ooking up, she saw a car barreling straight toward her. Isabella’s eyes widened in shock.
The impact sent her flying ten meters, landing in a spreading pool of blood.
Heyar climbed out of the driver’s seat, putting on a show of terror.
Oh no, oh no! I didn’t mean to! I’m still new at driving–I must’ve hit the gas instead of the brake… how stupid of me! This is awful… there’s so much blood! Miss Claymore looks really bad… Ronan, is he gonna be okay?”
Seeing the stone steps stained crimson, Ronan frowned but pulled Heyar into his arms, comforting
er gently.
‘She’s fine. Isabella’s always been dramatic–this is just another performance. Just ignore her. She’ll stop pretending when she gets tired of it. Don’t be scared, Heyar. Don’t cry.”
Through her haze of pain, hearing those words made Isabella feel cold to her very core. Tears she could no longer hold back began to fall.
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Ronan… I thought that even if you didn’t love me, after all our years of growing up together, you’d
feel something. Anything.
But you’d rather comfort Heyar than care whether I live or die.
Why did I ever fall in love with you in my past life?
She tried to reach for her phone to call for help, but her strength gave out completely.
Endless darkness crashed over her, drowning her consciousness.
When she opened her eyes again, it was the next day.
Shortly after she awoke, a doctor entered with her chart, his voice stern.
“Why wasn’t she brought in immediately after the accident? Making her lose all that blood before seeking medical attention–that’s completely irresponsible.”
Remembering the scene before she’d lost consciousness, Isabella moved her lips but could only manage a bitter smile. How could she explain that her childhood sweetheart had been too busy
comforting another woman to save her life?
The doctor didn’t press the issue, simply continuing, “Where’s your husband? He needs to handle the admission paperwork.”
Still groggy from anesthesia, Isabella answered without thinking.
“He’s overseas.”
The moment the words left her mouth, the hospital room door swung open.
Ronan stood in the doorway, staring at her intently.
“Who’s overseas”
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