Easton felt like the ground had been ripped from under his feet after Iyana left. Her words stung worse than he could have imagined. For heaven's sake, he couldn't fathom how to prove to her that he could make her the happiest woman on earth if only she would give him a chance.
He ran a hand over his face, eventually threading his fingers through his blonde hair, tugging lightly as if that could pull out an answer.
First things first, he needed to apologize for calling her out like that. He had literally accused her of playing the victim when he had no idea what she was truly going through. He was frustrated, but that was no excuse for his outburst.
Iyana must be dealing with her own storm of emotions. Sacrificing her career for this marriage couldn't be easy, but what could he do? His father would never agree otherwise.
