Late Love is Cheaper Than Dirt

At Chloe’s birthday party, she publicly asked my fiancé, Harvey, for a gift.

It was the silver crucifix he wore around his neck, the one he never took off.

Without a single second of hesitation, Harvey took it off and handed it to her.

Chloe smiled, dangling the necklace in front of her. "You’ve worn this cross for eight years. I begged you for it for three years, and you always refused. Why the sudden change of heart today?"

Harvey didn't say anything, but his cheeks flushed slightly.