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My boyfriend gave me the most beautiful ring when he proposed. It was a princess cut diamond in a beautifully intricate setting. I’d never seen anything like it before. When we talked about it later, he said it came from a Los Angeles jeweler somewhere in the diamond market, but he would say no more. That was okay. I didn’t really want to know anyway. However, a few weeks before the wedding, I saw a picture of my diamond ring. A distant friend of ours whom we almost never see had come to town. She had lost her ring and knew this was the last place she’d seen it. I was in shock. My future husband had found my engagement ring… or had stolen it. Let’s just say I didn’t marry him.