A sharp pain spread through my heart as I stiffly withdrew my hand from Matthew's grasp.

Matthew paused, clearly startled. He looked at me as though he understood something, giving me a reassuring glance.

Then, in a cold voice, he asked, "Are you sure the ring in your hand is mine?"

I froze, staring at the ring in Katherine's hand.

The moonlight was cold, and the golden ring, still damp, gleamed faintly.

But my ring was unmistakably silver.

"How… how could it be gold?" Katherine's face turned even paler.

Without flinching, Matthew opened his left hand, revealing the gemstone ring.

"Why would I carelessly throw away something that belongs to...