n't expected me to simply "fall in line." He didn't know that

house silent. The moonlight sliced through the window, painting stripes across the expen

eserved for public appearances. "I know this is difficult. But we're a tea

mouth. "Is that what you told me when you proposed, Jen

fair. This is different

that should have warned him. "You promised me everything, Jensen.

nd you are. You are the only one. My heart is

e abuse, finally slammed closed. The love I had once felt for him, so vast and consuming

alyst then, overshadowed by his older brother, living in a cramped apartment that barely fit his dreams. My father, Frankli

ad warned, his gaze sharp. "He sees y

intensity. He had proposed to me on a rainy rooftop, on bended knee, with a ring he couldn't afford. He'd looked into my e

choked with emotion. "I will never betray you. I will always choose you." He' d

, perhaps mistaken it for genuine devotion. But he was

steel, "if you ever give her cause to question your fidelity, everything you

nfidelity clause that would strip Jensen of every penny and every asset gained during the

nd thought. "Of course, Mr. Taylor," he' d said, a confident smile on his face. "I wo

signed away his future, unknowingly. And I, fool t

lt it-the lingering scent of Isabella' s perfume, faint but undeniable, ming

d over me. I pushed him back gently, subtl

reaction to his touch. The betrayal was no longer just an abstract concept; it was a

t in his eyes. He didn't press. He simply

ing. But something else had taken its place. A cold, hard