‘Alright,’ she thought. ‘I will leave. I will never forgive him.’
She wandered the streets until the first hints of dawn broke through the storm.
By the time she returned home, exhaustion had dulled the pain. She peeled off her wet clothes and collapsed onto the bed.
Moments later, Grayson entered the room, moving carefully as if not to wake her. As always, he tucked the blanket around her and pulled her gently into his arms.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he whispered, “Violet, I love you so much. In three days, you’ll be my wife. We’ll be together for the rest of our lives.”
He spoke as if the words were a vow. As if saying them would make them true.
He never noticed the single tear slipping from the corner of her eye.
She had once read a quote: A man’s sudden tenderness is often nothing more than guilt after betrayal.
Back then, she hadn’t understood what it meant.
Now, she did.
She only wished time would move faster, so the day she left him would come sooner.
