I looked down at the ring again. He wore it like a promise. I wore it like a curse. _______________ "And giving me the courtesy of an opinion about second marriage? If my words really mattered—if I really mattered—then let me make this crystal clear..." I stepped even closer, until my face was inches from his, until he could feel the heat of every syllable I dropped like a blade against his pride.     "Over. My. Dead. Body." His eyes flickered. Shock. Rage.