"It's your ring," she said slowly. "It's too big for my finger. I can't wear it; it falls off as soon as I put it on."
He froze, looking at her. Her delicate face was impassive, perhaps even devoid of any real emotion.
"Just throw it away. I'll buy you a better, more suitable one in the future—one of a kind."
"You act like I can't afford one myself."
"You've certainly gotten bold, haven't you? Putting on airs in front of me."
Zoe Ellsworth said sullenly, "Actually, it was only when my head was spinning that I finally understood what love is. I thought it was love when we got married, because I must have been out of my mind to marry you. But then I realized I wasn't just out of my mind—my entire brain had been scrubbed clean. What a complete waste of my time."
"Zoe..."
She cut him off. "Don't talk, I'm not finished. A person shouldn't just hang themselves from one tree. They should try a few more. That way, they can die a thorough death, don't you think?"
