MY ENGAGEMENT RING DISAPPEARED—AND THE TRUTH SHATTERED EVERYTHING

During a hotel stay with my fiancé, Dorian, my diamond ring disappeared. I accused theft, but security footage revealed a woman using a keycard to steal it. Dorian claimed ignorance, but his unease was telling. Recognizing her walk, I checked his phone, uncovering flirty texts with his ex, Lourdes, planning a meetup in Nice, our

location. Devastated, I followed him to a café where they hugged. I left a note, “You made your choice,” and moved to my sister’s in Marseille. Weeks later, a replica ring arrived, lacking the original’s engraving, confirming Dorian’s deception. A year on, I’ve built a ceramics business in Arles, liberated from his lies. Trust your instincts—peace is worth more than any diamond.