Unwanted Husband, Unwritten Future

ise of the party. I just wanted the night to end. The air was cool, and it

and of hair from Olivia' s face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a moment as if in bliss. He murmured something, and she lau

not anymore. It was more like a phantom limb, the lingering ghost of a feeling that had once been all-

harp and angry, cut through the air. He had come

ng skulking out he

noticed his wrist was bare

ne!" he exclaimed, his voice loud enough

ion. "You! You were the only one near me. Y

was momentarily stunned. Guests started to dri

r watch, Liam," I

thief! Stealing attention, stealing my family'

ushed out, their fa

ng on?" Mr.

sisted, pointing a trembling finger

my side of the story. He didn' t hesitate for a second.

the terrace. My head snapped back, a sharp

h rage. "After everything we' ve done for you, you ungra

to my skin. "Give it back, Ethan! Give it bac

et. And then, Olivia appeared. She pushed her way through the small crowd, her silver dress r

y father's hand was already forming. There was

voice low and cutting. Each word was delivered with precis

his clear. Liam is the man I love. I was a fool to ever get tied to you. This marriage was the

y would have been a death sentence. He had lived for her, for the hope tha

wasn

e last lingering thread of connection to my past snap. The phantom pa

a hysterical sound, but a qu

d murmured. They had expected tears, de

and smiled, the stinging on m

d, my voice clear and calm. "Y

the weight of my n

don' t love

went from shock to disbelief to fury. Liam looked stunned

ey had left to take from me: my desperate, pathetic love. And i