Ruby’s POV

John’s face went pale.

“It’s been six years, Ruby...” he breathed. “Don’t throw them away, please.”

I felt my heart twist. Yes, it’s been six years—but what were they now? I thought of every late night, every broken promise. Every tear I had shed. And the sham that was our wedding night. Even yesterday, after all the stunt he pulled, he left me and Marcus…

I forced a sarcastic laugh. “I don’t want your house or your car,” I said coldly. “I just want ...