My ex dumped me for being "too fat" and stole my bakery money.
That night, a glowing ring on the beach slipped onto my finger. The Sea God appeared: "You are the bride the ring chose."
He moved his underwater palace to the shallows for me and filled my fridge with pearls. But when a jealous priestess framed me, I took the ring off and walked away.
Now, the Sea God has abandoned his throne to chase me. "This time, the ring didn't choose you. I did."
