Staring down at the thick gold band with the Ashburn family crest engraved into the middle, Abigail blinked back tears. Do not cry in front of him, she ordered herself silently. Don’t you dare. “Abby, I… I am sorry.” Looking supremely uncomfortable, Rocky – better known to his peers as Reginald Browning the Third, Marquess of Rutherford and future Duke of Ashburn – ran his fingers through his thick brown hair and scowled down at the floor. “I never wanted it to end like this.” Abigail never wanted it to end at all, even though some small part of her knew – had always known, perhaps – that it would. She was the daughter of a baron. Rocky was the sole heir to a dukedom. Their love was never meant to last. “I want you to take the ring,” she said softly. “No, Abby, you keep—” But it was already off her finger. She clenched it tight in her fist, feeling the weight of it, the smoothness.
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