But Cassandra tightened her grip on his hand. “Nathan, we’re about to get married. Can you act like a grown man for once? From the engagement until now, you’ve never treated me kindly. And now you’re dragging Daniel into it?”
Daniel tugged on her arm, though his body pressed even closer to hers. “Cassandra, don’t. Just drop it.”
But Cassandra’s temper finally snapped. “No, I won’t drop it! I’ve had enough! Nathan, keep pushing! Go ahead and make a scene! And when your wound splits open again because of your tantrums, don’t you dare turn around and blame me for not warning you!”
Nathan's POV
The store instantly went dead silent, and the salesgirl lowered her head, pretending to fuss over the shelves, clearly feeling awkward.
My heart felt like it had been dropped into an ice pit.
So that was it. In her eyes, my scar wasn’t a mark of pain or a reminder of the promise she once made to me. It was nothing more than a tool I used to grab her attention.
And I had actually been foolish enough to believe she’d still remember her promise, the way that scar has always remained etched into my skin.