Who knows how many people he showed it to before it ended up in Karina’s hands, becoming the dagger that severed our seven-year relationship.
After my wound was stitched up, I called my mother. "Mom, I’ve decided. I want to get married—to Wesley Moore."
My mother was silent for a moment before her voice turned excited. Because of what happened years ago, she had always felt guilty and tried every way to make it up to me.
But under Brandon’s manipulations, I began to distrust everyone who cared about me, even my own family.
Thinking about it now, I was so foolish. For someone like Brandon, I had estranged myself from my mother and lost sight of who I was.
"Mom knows those things from the past left you with bad memories," she said gently. "I would never force you. As long as you’re truly willing, I’ll arrange everything for you."
"Wesley has loved you for so many years. If the two of you can be together, I’ll finally have peace of mind for the rest of my life."
I replied softly, "Give me five more days. I promise I’ll marry Wesley happily."