A rare blush crept across his usually stoic face. He hesitated. “There’s a rule among the Browns, my family would only marry once. If you become my wife, you’ll be mine for life.”
I thought he was rejecting me. So I left while feeling disappointed. But he grabbed my hand, his usual sharp gaze suddenly filled with quiet intensity.
“Lucia, think your decision seriously. There’s no backing out of this marriage.”
I smiled and nodded. “I’m sure of my decision. I won’t back out.”
Jaxon Brown was actually the man my mother had originally chosen for me. He came from a good family, had integrity and compassionate. If I hadn’t fallen for Steven, I would have married him long ago.
The funeral was a whirlwind of arrangements and Jaxon was by my side every step of the way, helping with everything for over two exhausting weeks.
Meanwhile Steven, he didn't even call a single time.
For the past two weeks, every time I opened Instagram, there they were—Steven and Nellie. Smiling ear to ear, holding the baby, hands forming a heart.
Its caption read: [My whole world in one photo.]
I scoffed, bitterness tightening in my chest. Then, my phone rang.