Wed to the Wicked — The Regret of Not Choosing

He was afraid he'd lose control. Afraid he'd hurt me. More than anything, he was afraid I'd choose him and regret it. What he didn't know was, in my last life, not choosing him was the one thing I regretted

He didn't even go back to the living room. He just fled upstairs. I watched him go, still smiling, while my heart twisted. This is the man who, in my last life, died for me so completely there was barely anything left.

the second i got home my parents came at me from both sides adrian was their golden boy and i'd chosen the brother they saw as a failure mom even wanted me to meet adrian alone and what if i told you adrian's a two-faced bastard would you still make me marry him