#Chapter 193: Marry me… again

I had not meant to bring up the subject of sexual fidelity. But that’s what I did, by accident.

That’s what a wedding ring represents, isn’t it? And here I had gone and asked my husband if he ever took his ring off. Just after we reunited after being separated.

“No,” I answered, shaking my head. “I’ve never taken my ring off, not since you gave it to me. When I thought you really wanted to divorce me, I thought about it. But it seemed wrong and sad and I never could do it. And I didn’t mean to imply anything by asking you that…”

He arched an eyebrow. Said nothing. And kept watching me, with less and less patient curiosity, as I continued on with my efforts to remove his wedding ring.

My little plan was not going super smoothly so far.

“Yena. Why are you trying to take that off?”

“Hush,” I said, giggling nervously. “I will explain in just a minute. I only want to take it off for a second, okay?”

“Okay.” An amused smile tugged at his lips, but his eyebrows still looked stern.

“Why didn’