The Cost of a Diamond
Language: en
We were two weeks away from the wedding. The money I had scraped together for the venue deposit and my dress was gone. Vanished. I was frantic, ready to call the police, until I found out the truth. My fiancé, Caleb, had taken every cent. He didn’t lose it. He spent it on a platinum diamond necklace for Bella—the girl he could never quite let go of. Outside the jewelry store, tears streamed down my face as I confronted him. "Caleb, I didn’t even ask you for a decent engagement ring because I knew we were saving. How could you drain our joint account to buy Bella a necklace?" Before…