*Natalia*
“It’s just a wedding. It’s not that important... just a wedding... not important... not important….”
Tallon’s cruel words persistently replayed in my head as I paced the perimeter of our bedroom. It went on like a broken record in my head because I still couldn’t wrap my mind around any of it.
‘How could he not care about our wedding?’ I asked myself.
I was glad I’d walked out of the room when I had because God only knew what I would have said back to him. Part of me was faintly aware that Tallon was speaking out of anger for what I had done. And, yes, I knew I should have told him what my plan was when it came to finally dealing with Bianca.
He’d tried for weeks to make me think differently about her, to make me assume that all of it was in my head–the constant appearances in public, booking the same venue, picking the same dress.
It all became just too damn much.
