Chapter 50
My World is Not Easy
What was he thinking?
The question kept pounding inside my skull, loud and breathless, matching the wild beat of my heart. People were walking, cars were passing, sunlight stretched across the pavement, yet none of it felt real. All I could see was Dafa's face. Set. Certain. As if he had carved the afternoon into something he alone could control.
You're my future wife.
I knew. Of course I knew. The agreement existed, it was undeniable.
It was real, sitting quietly between our lives like a folded promise neither of us looked at too closely. But it had always felt distant, something that existed between us, not something spoken out loud in the middle of the street and thrown out like a warning.
And the part that stung most?
I had already been seconds away from refusing Armand myself.
