“I’m sorry, Lainey. It’s all my fault. I should’ve been more careful. I swear I’ll never let this happen again. Please forgive me.”
I said nothing. My lips remained tightly sealed.
Suddenly, he snapped. His voice turned cold.
“Lainey, even if you're upset, there should be a limit. Wasn’t it you who wanted so badly to marry me? In one week, your wish will come true.”
I sneered. If I hadn't heard them say that Margaret's car accident that killed a couple a few years ago was about to be discovered and I needed to take the blame again, how could Jeremiah have coaxed me into marrying him? But I won't let them do what they want this time. I will find evidence within this week and let everyone know the truth.
Moments later, as if regretting his tone, Jeremiah softened. He reached out and gently patted my head.
“I’ve got a dinner engagement tonight. Be good and wait for me at home.”
Jeremiah had been gone for an entire day and night, yet my phone buzzed nonstop with updates of his whereabouts.
Every single one came from his first love, Margaret Watson.