I Paid in Blood, He Paid in Regret

Summary

While I try on various wedding rings, my fiance, Don Demetrio Farese, who has tagged along, suddenly snatches the ring from my fingertip.

"You already lost a finger, Lucia. The ring will look ugly on you. Carlotta, on the other hand, looks beautiful with a ring on her finger."

Then, Demetrio fishes out a photo featuring him sinking down on one knee while sliding a ring onto Carlotta Rini's finger.

My chest tightens. "What are you trying to say?"

"Let Carlotta wear the wedding ring. You've already lost a finger anyway—you don’t need it."