SIMONE'S POV.Dragging out a faint sigh, I parted my eyelids, yawning lazily while pushing up in bed. My eyes roamed across the room before a painful stab at my heart earned a sniffle from me. I trailed my hands across my belly, the bump now gone — a painful reminder of what I'd lost and how I’d lost it.My child was dead, gone, and I’d never be able to forgive myself for it. Till the day I drag out my very last breath, sniffing hard, a mist of tears formed in my eyes, and I raised my palm to wipe them off.I stopped, examining the coldness of the ring against my finger. My breath hitched, and my heart hammered in my chest as I stared at it.Anxiously, I wiped off the tears, blinked hard once, then twice — but it remained the same. The ring was there, unmoving. Gently, I pulled it off, and it was damn sure the same ring — the one Giovanni had given me on our wedding.How did it get here? Had I brought it myself? I had forgotten all about it, wanting to bury the painful memories of his
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