You’re a good looking person, to say the least. Which is why you had to buy a cheap ring, all you could afford for right now. Men and women, but mainly men, would always hit on you. So you thought buying a ring to pretend you’re married would stop the flirting.

Didn’t stop Ghost though. You’re at a bar, hanging with friends. Eventually they leave, leading you alone, until a man in a suit sits, leaving a stool between you two.

As soon as he comments on your appearance, you show him your left hand. “I’m married.”

“Your husband must really hate you if that’s all he got you.” Ouch, that stung. It’s all you could afford to get men off you.

Weeks go by without you seeing him at the bar. Today, was different. Of course he shows up the one time you forgot your ring. “Where’s the ring, pretty thing?”

“It’s getting cleaned. My husband took it to the jewelers to have it professionally cleaned.”

You’ve gone to this bar for years, so you’ve had a close bond with your bartender. She knows about your life. “Does this pretty little thing really have a husband?”

The bartender shakes her head, and he smirks. “How about i take you out on a date tomorrow. We go to the mall, shop around, have lunch, and i’ll let you pick out any ring you want.” This guy is annoying, hot, and rich.