At first, he said I was too young and he didn't want to tie me down with marriage. Then, he claimed he wanted to start a business first to provide me with a better life and put my family at ease. Every excuse sounded noble, as if everything he did was for my sake.
I loved Jonah, so I believed him. I truly thought he had my best interests at heart. Whenever my brother grumbled about wanting to beat Jonah to a pulp, I defended him.
I waited for six years. My friends even joked that if I didn't get married soon, the relationship would fall apart before I ever became a bride.
Finally, Jonah proposed.
The wedding date was set, the preparations were underway—but he still refused to meet my parents. He claimed he wanted to surprise them at the wedding.
Then, just like that, Nadia returned with her terminally ill mother.
That was when I realized—I had been a joke all along.
I let out a self-deprecating laugh and pulled Jonah's ID card from the drawer, tossing it toward him.
"Relax, I have no interest in marrying a second-hand husband."
The words seemed to hit him hard. His brows furrowed and he said,