Page 21 of The Rancher's Wedding Betrayal
"Hey, Eve, wait up..."
Fucking Braxton again...
His jaw clenched, and Hunter pulled his phone out from his back pocket. He knew he shouldn't do this, but his fingers seemed to move of their own accord as he typed a message to his cousin.
Tell me again what you saw between Eve and Matt eight years ago. I need to know everything.
His thumb hovered over theSendbutton. One press, and he’d be breaking his promise to Evelline in the most fundamental way. Doubting her. Again.
Delete it. Apologize to her. Trust her.
But instead he found himself doing the opposite.
He hitSend.
And immediately felt agonizing remorse.
Fuck.
Evelline deserved better than this, dammit.
He headed back to the main house, taking the stairs several steps at a time, not wanting to waste another moment. All he wanted was to admit what he had done and beg for her forgiveness. But when he knocked on her bedroom door, and she called for him to come in—
This was not fucking good.
Evelline looked nervous, her hands behind her back. "There's something I need to say..."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"I wanted to wait and plan. Make it this huge and special surprise," she added in a rush, "but all of a sudden, I just couldn't wait."
Wait for what, dammit?
Evelline brought her hands forward, revealing a small velvet box.
Was this some kind of parting gift before she broke up with him?
With slightly trembling fingers, she opened it to display a simple silver band.
“I got Matt to help me weld this thing since I don’t have money to buy an actual ring—”
Hunter stared at the ring, understanding crashing over him like a wave.
I'm an idiot.
All those secret meetings and the package Braxton had given her...
The world's biggest fucking idiot.
All of it had been for this—a handmade ring, crafted with Matt’s help.
But I don't have to let her know that, do I?
Hunter hauled her into his arms, his throat too tight for words.
“I haven’t asked you yet,” she protested, her voice muffled against his chest.
“You already know the answer to it.”
