C23

It had been a full week, an entire week of his consistent indifference towards me. He had ceased bringing other women home, though he was now returning in the early hours of the morning. Here I was, in the role of his caretaker, a role I had surprisingly grown accustomed to. During one of my cleaning sessions in his room while he occupied the bathroom, something tumbled out from his coat. It rolled, catching my attention. Retrieving it, I swiftly returned the coat to its place, just as he emerged from the bathroom, unfazed by his undressing before me.

After he left, I perched on the edge of the bed and examined the object closely. A small box revealed a plain silver gold white ring. Cradling it in my hand, I realized it fit perfectly. A fleeting smile graced my lips, but it quickly faded, replaced by unease as I glanced at my hand.

"Who is he planning to propose to?" A pang of emotions tightened within me. We hadn't even reached the stage of discussing a proposal, making such a notio