Putting a Ring on Someone Else

I'm Tristan Scott's driver's daughter. Ten years ago, my father died at the hands of Tristan's abductors as he tried to save Tristan.

Tristan had held me close and told me, "I'll care for you for the rest of your life on your father's behalf."

Later, my mother's cancer relapsed due to her sorrow after losing my father. Before her death, she hoped to see Tristan and me marry.

But on the wedding day, Tristan leaves me at the altar. I weep and try to keep him around, but he sneers and says, "You should know where to draw the line—your father gave his life in exchange for the cushy life you now have. That should be enough for you! You're dreaming if you think you can marry me!"

In the end, my mother dies without seeing Tristan put a ring on me.

That night, his assistant shares an Instagram story. The photo is of her and Tristan's faces plastered to each other as she shows off the ring on her finger. It's captioned, "My answer is yes."

My father was Tristan Scott's driver. Ten years ago, he was stabbed to death when saving Tristan during an abduction attempt.

Tristan held me tightly and promised, "On behalf of your father, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Later on, my mother fell ill from worry, and her cancer relapsed. She hoped to see Tristan and me getting married before she passed away, but on the day of our wedding, Tristan left me at the altar.

I tearfully pleaded with him to try and stop him from leaving, but he declared with a sneer, "By now, you should be satisfied with the amount of wealth and glory you've gotten in exchange for your father's life! How dare you even think about getting married to me? In your dreams!"

In the end, Mom died before she could see Tristan put the wedding ring on me as she had hoped.

That night, Tristan's assistant, Sally Cunningham, updated her social media account. She uploaded a photo of her and Tristan with their faces pressed together. Her hand was raised before the camera, revealing the ring on her finger.

The caption read, "My answer is yes."

By the time I saw Sally's post, Mom's body had already been taken to the morgue. I'd called Tristan 30 times, but he didn't answer a single one of my calls.

However, he did leave a comment on Sally's post.

"I'll fulfill all my promises to you."

In the photo, Tristan and Sally were in a tight embrace, and I even saw underwears behind them. It was obvious what they'd just been doing.

I felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of me. My heart ached so much that I almost couldn't breathe.

With just a single call from Sally, Tristan left me at the altar. Mom got so furious and agitated that she fainted on the spot. Even when she