I understood how marriages worked among powerful families. My parents had an arranged marriage too. They were lucky—they grew up as childhood sweethearts and fell in love naturally.
As for me...
I was also supposed to marry for family alliances. But it wasn’t necessary anymore—our family’s status in Washington was secure without it.
“Love? Stop joking, Harriet,” Damian said, his voice laced with mockery. “I’ve known since I was a kid that I’d marry for my family’s sake. Love has never been real to me. The only reason I dated you was because you were pretty and seemed poor enough to be easy to control.”
His lips curled into a derisive smile. “There you have it—the truth you wanted. Now, leave.”
So, what I thought was a sweet, deep love between us... was all just in my head.
Harriet's POV
So, in Damian’s eyes, I was nothing more than an obedient, presentable trophy girlfriend? How ridiculous.
I nodded to myself. If that’s how it is, so be it.
It hurt, sure. But I’d always been someone who could pick up the pieces and move on.
I came here hoping to salvage things. If that wasn’t possible, I’d walk away.
Looking at Damian, I forced a bitter smile. “Alright then. I wish you happiness.”