‘Unfortunately, you just love her more.’
She didn’t voice the thought, though it gnawed at her insides. As her gaze lingered on Emmett’s face, tears slipped silently down her cheeks.
Seeing the tears, Emmett pulled her into his arms, the familiar gesture of comfort as he whispered soothingly.
“Once we’re married…”
A fleeting shadow crossed Emmett’s eyes. “Once we’re married, everything will get better.”
Will it really, Emmett?
The question echoed in Athena’s heart, though she kept it to herself. She’d given him so many chances, lived in the illusion he’d crafted for years.
But this time, she would no longer believe in his love.
The night before the wedding, the agent had sent all the documents electronically to Athena.
At that moment, Emmett held her from behind, his voice persistent as he teased about having a child together. He was insistent it had to be a boy.
When Athena saw the notification of foreign text flashing on the screen, Emmett furrowed his brow. “What’s this?”
Athena, with practiced calm, turned off the screen and casually replied, “A few foreign poems. I’m preparing my wedding vows for tomorrow.”