Page 25 of The Spy Ring

I chuckled and placed the mug on the table. “That’s when you got mad at me. You and Morgana stormed out of the hotel and I followed you to make sure you two were safe. We all walked for a while. That’s when you proposed to me. You told me you needed someone to help take care of your family.”

“I proposed to you? Oh no.” Tiffany put her hand over her eyes, shaking her head.

“Yes, and being drunk myself, I accepted. We found a church and I decided to use my father’s ring.” I pulled the long gold chain from around my neck that hid under my shirt. Dangling at the end was a thick gold ring. “He passed away a few years ago and left me this ring. I always have it on me so that’s what I used.”

Her hand fell as she stared at the it. “May I see the ring?”

I took it off and handed it to her. Tiffany was searching for something and when she found it, she shook her head. “I feel like a doodoo butt.”

She frowned and as uneasy as this was, I couldn’t help but smile at her adorableness.

“Morgana insisted you use her engagement ring but after we were married she took it back for fear that Henrik would be mad. But I promised to buy you that candy pop ring in the morning. Obviously, that didn’t happen.”

We sat in silence for a minute before Tiffany picked up the divorce papers. She reached over to a side table and pulled out a small drawer, lifting a pen.

“Where do I sign?” she asked.

That was it. All the chaos and uncertainty of the past few weeks gone after a few strokes from a pen. I hesitated for a moment. Something in me wanted to shake my head. To take the pen away from her and stay married. Just for a little longer. To be normal for a few minutes more.

I quickly pushed that insane part of me away and pointed to the bottom of three different pages she had to sign.

“And initial here,” I said.

She did.

Sighing, I took the papers and forced a smile. We got up and she walked me to the door.

“Well, Tiffany, it was nice being married to you these past many weeks even if you didn’t know about it.” I chuckled.

She laughed as she leaned against the open door. “Yeah, I guess.”

I turned to leave but only made it two steps before she stopped me.

“How did my clothes in the hotel room end up in such odd places?”

Shit. I had to tell her.

I refused to turn and look at her as I spoke, “You took off each piece and hid them around the room. You said that if I found them you would give me a treat.”

“Where were you when this happened?” she asked, her voice soft but I heard her clearly.

“I was watching you.”

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