Too Late to Wanted Me BackChapter 1

On the night that was supposed to be my engagement night with Lewis Stuart, my brother’s best friend and the man I had loved for seven years, he was at the airport, picking up Katrina Richards, his childhood sweetheart.

My heart sank further when I learned he had not just gone to greet her.

As if completely forgetting the significance of that night, Lewis had organized a welcoming party for Katrina at a trendy bar.

As I gripped my phone tightly, the waiter said gently, “Miss, sorry, but we’ll be closing soon.”

I forced a smile, stood, and thanked him, though my chest felt like it might collapse from the weight of my disappointment.

As if my brother, Tobias Scott, was aware of my disappointment, he directly messaged me, [Come to the welcoming party with me.]

But the moment I stepped inside, I saw Lewis standing with Katrina in the center. They were doing a passionate, careless kiss that shattered whatever remnants of hope I had left.

I turned to Tobias, my voice trembling but resolute. “Tell our parents I accept the arranged marriage. And the sooner we get married, the better.”