The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

message and moves on to the next one, completely unfazed and entirely unaware of my burning
jealousy.
What the fuck is even wrong with me? I have no doubt that Hannah received countless similar
messages and I’ve always simply disregarded it as part of her job, but I’m finding it impossible to do
the same with Raven.
“Raven.”
She raises her brows in question, and I reach for her hand, entwining our fingers.
“Where the fuck is your wedding ring?”
Her eyes widen, and she looks away. “I took it off.”
“What do you mean, you took it off?”
She pulls her hand out of mine and slips it underneath the covers. “It just… it’s very much
Hannah’s style, but it isn’t mine. It doesn’t feel right to wear it.”
I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts, yet
finding it impossible to do so.
“Next week,” I tell her, my tone harsher than I intended. “We’ll buy you a new ring next week, and
you will wear it.”