"I love you."
The words kept repeating inside her head as she sat on her vanity table, staring at the blank expression on her face.
Damn! She was in love with him.
When did it happen?
Was it when he caught her in the rose garden, playing with the flowers?
Was it during those years that she had watched him from a distance?
Was it on her eighteenth birthday when he gave her the beautiful necklace as her gift?
Or was it when she married him, spent time with him, and got to know him?
"I love him!" Andy could not deny it anymore. Whether her memories were real or just a dream, she somehow found herself head over heels for him.
Why else would she be jealous of Naomie's relationship with him? Why else would his ex's words hurt her so much?
She was in love with him. That was the only explanation.
"Andy, are you ready? We have to leave in five minutes." Her husband's voice echoed behind the door of her room.
