Part 2Comments Guide: Win Her Back

I ran my fingers over the wave-patterned ring on my ring finger. Mason had designed it himself; mine was waves, his was a little fish. Back then, I pestered him for ages, asking why he designed it that way. He was a man of few words, yet he spoke of his design inspiration like a lover’s confession. “A fish can’t leave water, just like you and me.” At that time, I truly believed I was the most loved woman in his heart.

Later, Seraphina returned. She jokingly said she liked Mason’s ring, asked for it, and never gave it back. As a result, the media mistakenly thought Mason and I had already broken up; why else would I take off my engagement ring? I mentioned it to Mason, asking him to get the ring back. He told me not to always fuss over such trivial things. But when the rings first came out, he couldn’t wait to wear his in front of the media 24/7.

The scrolling messages urged me to ask him again, and I reassured myself that perhaps he was too busy with work and simply forgot about the ring. All I needed to do was bring it up one more time. But now, I was suddenly exhausted. Thinking of this, I took off the ring and resolutely left the house.

While waiting at the airport, a chat history popped up from a five-person group chat on my phone. It was Mason’s friends. Years ago, in my pursuit of Mason, I used a little trick to buy one of his friend’s accounts and lurked in this group, silently reading their conversations. Because Mason and that friend had fallen out, they hadn’t been in touch for years, so my secret was never revealed. Even now, no one knew I was in the group. They posted a few photos of me going through security at the airport, tagging Mason.

[Mr. Caldwell, your little wife is chasing you a thousand miles again. Be mentally prepared!]

[I said Willow wouldn’t last a day before chasing him. See? It’s only been an hour, and she’s already tailing him like a puppy.]

[Willow doesn’t compare to Seraphina in family background or looks. I really don't know what kind of magic she used to capture our Mason’s heart.]

It wasn’t until I landed that I saw Mason’s recent reply.

[Can’t shake her off. Just have to make do.]

I let out a bitter laugh. I really wanted to reply: Congratulations, you’ve successfully shaken me off.