The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 7

Before Nancy could calm her racing thoughts, Cyrus let go of her and slightly bent over to pick up his phone.

But before his fingers could graze it, Nancy had grabbed Cyrus' arm.

Cyrus turned to look at her, noticing her face betrayed nothing despite the panic swirling in her heart. She took the lead and said, "Cyrus, don't think a prank call can distract us from the real issue. How did you know I sold the 'Only You' and our wedding ring? Were you at the charity auction?"

As Nancy's voice faded, the call on the phone was disconnected.

When listening to Nancy, Cyrus couldn't focus on who was calling her. His face showed slight discomfort

and guilt.

"I missed our anniversary last night and got caught up with work today. I thought I'd buy you something to cheer you up."

Nancy's heart tightened. Was he trying to cheer her up or Hayley?

my absence

I saw the 'Only You' and our wedding ring at the

from? It's not easy for your

with sarcasm, "So,

the wedding ring and Only You, not to mention

had her reasons for everything she did and wasn't just being emotional. But then, he

Cyrus again, Nancy felt like she was looking

to think. Why even talk to me about it? You know I hate being complained

in Nancy's eyes, Cyrus suddenly felt an inexplicable panic. "I'm not complaining. I'm

out a small square box from his pocket. Inside were the priceless pink necklace 'Only

other jewelry. I can buy you new ones, but you can't sell 'Only You' and the wedding

mess up, but please don't sell these. It would trample on

lifetime. The thought of being apart from you,

Nancy's hand with affection, forcefully sliding the wedding ring back onto her finger. 'Trampling on feelings? Selling Only You and the wedding ring means trampling on feelings, but what about his fling in the car? What about his

need to rest. Please, leave." Cyrus quickly sat down beside her, his large frame seeming to overshadow her. The familiar scent of Nancy enveloped him, making