At the time, I didn’t think much of it. From the very start, I never wanted to be their true daughter.
I was happy just being Emily—living in my little countryside cottage, planting flowers, fruits, and vegetables.
But Daniel looked at me with feigned difficulty and said:
“I’ve always wanted to marry you, Emmy, but my parents don’t accept who you are.”
“Only if you become the Miller family’s eldest daughter will they welcome you.”
For the sake of marrying him, I swallowed my pride.
I never imagined I was walking straight into his trap.
Until one night, when I got up by chance and overheard him talking with Chloe Miller in the next room.
Her eyes red, Chloe clung to his waist.
“Daniel, you used yourself as bait to lure her… don’t tell me you’ve fallen for her?”
Daniel hugged her back, a doting smile on his lips.
“She’s just some country girl. How could I possibly like her?”
“She’s not even worth a finger of yours. If not for needing a stand-in for this marriage alliance, I wouldn’t have spared her a glance.”
“Just endure a few more days. Once Emily marries Ryan Brooks in your place, we’ll get married.”
So when Daniel came looking for me now, it wasn’t because he regretted or wanted to apologize.