Unwanted Husband, Unwritten Future

h and power. Walking up to the front door felt like approaching a fortress. I had to go.

uests who were already mingling inside. The moment I stepped through the door, a hush fell ov

ve father, Mr. Reed, stood in the center of the main hall, holding court. Beside him, glowing with pride

dress that shimmered under the chandeliers, and she looked at Liam with an adoration that was painful to watch, even for someon

footnote in the

orner, to be invisible,

tight with disapproval. "At least you' re o

not trusting

Mr. Reed' s speech. He stood bef

ve a special announcement. As many of you know, my son Liam has been the driving f

it is my great pleasure to announce that I am officially handing over 2

iam stepped forward and hugged his fa

ward a velvet box. "This watch has been in the Reed family for three generations. It was my fat

it onto Liam' s wrist, a symbolic passing of the torch. It was a p

eye in the room turn to me.

He never sto

is face? Comple

l, doing it

even make a scene as the old Ethan might have. And a part of me, a faint echo of the man

I felt something else, something surprising. I felt... nothing. The pain wasn't t

, but their drama no longer touched me. The watch on Liam's wrist was just a watch.

for a single crumb of affection from these people, was gone. The amnesia had

hat man. I

care about the inheritance, the family legacy, or the public humiliatio

re, unburdened freedom. I was a spectator now, and the show was almost o