Deep down, I had known for a while: Daniel’s heart had left me long ago. It was only me who kept pouring love into this hollow engagement.
Ours was a family alliance. True feelings were scarce. Otherwise, I would have ended things with him much sooner.
Still, better late than never.
Taking a deep breath, I looked him in the eye and declared firmly:
“If you won’t marry me, then I won’t marry you either!”
“What did you just say?!” Daniel froze, completely stunned.
Perhaps thinking about the inevitable backlash from both our families, Daniel Walker suddenly panicked.
“Sophia, I lost my temper just now—it was all angry talk. Let’s go ahead with our wedding as planned!”
I yanked my hand out of his grip. “I don’t object to the wedding being held on time. But shouldn’t the bride be your assistant instead?”
Without waiting for his reaction, I turned and pulled Michael Harris with me into the banquet hall.
“Sophia,” Michael said quietly, “I’ve actually seen the two of them attending industry receptions together quite often. But I never told you, for fear of embarrassing you.”