She would never forget him, had fallen in love with him until he proved to her that she had no future to offer any man, that no man would want her once he knew the truth about her.
'I remember him,' she admitted.
'Such a nice young man.' Darius Mcklerin had given her a cold stare. 'He's now married with three small children, you know.'
She had become tense. 'Really?'
'Mm,' he said, nodding. 'He showed me a photo of his wife and children.'
'How nice,' she mumbled.
'I don't think you've seen your ex-fiancée in a long time, have you?' Darius had suggested it.
'I'm sure you know I haven't seen him since the night he called off our wedding!' she exclaimed, her eyes darkly flashing as he tormented her.
'That's right,' Darius said softly. 'Would you like me to put him in touch with Raphael?'
'That won't be necessary,' she had said, biting her lower lip. 'I'll see to it that Raphael accepts my refusal to marry him.'
