The call ended, yet Nikki felt as if she had just woken up from a dream.
She hadn’t expected David to actually agree…
Though his face was nothing but a vague memory now, his deep and clear voice made her wonder—he probably wasn’t that old yet, right?
But it didn’t matter. She had chosen to marry him for one reason only—to protect that heart. She had no other expectations.
Over the years, she had learned the hard way—wishful thinking only led to punishment from fate.
And fate had already punished her until she had nothing left to lose.
With David’s answer, a strange calm settled over Nikki. She focused on preparing for the wedding in seven days.
The Hewitt brothers, as always, expected her to cook their meals. Over the past few days, they kept messaging her, ordering dishes for her to prepare and sending them to the hospital to help Lora recover.
But Nikki never replied. Not once.
They assumed she was just throwing another tantrum—until they heard from others that she was busy preparing for a wedding.
Their reactions were exactly as expected—mockery, laced with disdain.