ring belonged to my mother.”
Belle cupped her mouth to stop herself from breaking down completely. She shook her head. This was all she had ever wanted but it felt so wrong. He frowned at her, still on his knees, waiting.
“Hujar Kroesh bought this ring, for your mother?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Yes. He was her first love.”
“And how long did their marriage last?”
Dennis blinked. “That’s a very hurtful thing to say.”
It was common knowledge that Hujar Kroesh and his first wife, Dennis’s mother had been married for just about three years. She’d divorced him in the year after giving birth to Dennis and had gone on to remarry. Dennis had stayed in the custody of his father.
Belle did not want to be disrespectful but after all the humiliation Hujar Kroesh had put her through, she wasn’t sure she wanted part in something that was his. She tried to lift Dennis to his feet but he didn’t budge.
“I love you Dennis, I do. But I need to be sure we can be married for more than three years. And right now, I’m not convinced.”
It was a hard thing to do but Belle did it. In full view of spectators, she turned her back on Dennis and walked away. The silence in the terminal was deafening. As soon as she disappeared, the crowd continued moving.
Tears brimming in his eyes, Dennis stalled on his knees. Even when he saw a hand snatch away the 64 diamond carat ring from his hand, he didn’t bat an eyelid. He had lost something much more valuable.
Belle felt sick inside and out. Wiping stray tears with the back of her hand, she took out her cellphone. With trembling hands, she placed a call and waited.
“Hello, Matt… It’s me. Can we talk? Yes… About relocating to Manchester…”
Belle knew going back to her ex was retrogress, but at least she knew every demon there by name. Belle Winters also knew that sometimes it was necessary to return to the past in order to find yourself, because somewhere on the way she had gotten lost.
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John worked on the fence of the field. It had been blown down in this last storm. If he didn’t get it fixed right away the cattle would get out, and that would mean a ton of work, and possible loss of income. Cattle could bring quite the price on the market when they were ready to sell. So he really didn’t want them to get out. Sure they had a brand on, but he didn’t want to deal with the trouble.
He looked up into the distance. There was a figure there, he couldn’t tell who it was, but it didn’t seem right. He stopped his work to watch as the figure got closer to the field. It was a woman, he could make that much out now. But why was she out here walking?
“Excuse me ma’am.” John shouted as she got closer to where he was working. She looked at him, a blank look on her face. But she didn’t say anything, just kept walking like she was in a daze.
“Excuse me.” John walked along the fence to talk to her. “Why are you out here by yourself? Where you in an accident?” John noticed a bit of blood on her temple, and a few bruises that had formed around her neck. He wasn’t sure what the story was, but it looked like this lady had been attacked.
John did a quick scan of the area, looking to see if anyone had followed the lady. He didn’t spot anything on the horizon. The lady still hadn’t talked, but she had stopped and looked at him.
“Come with me.” He said, grabbing her and brining her through the opening in the fence he had been mending. He grabbed the woman, walked her back to the field barn. Thankfully it wasn’t too far from this point. John really