billionaire · arranged marriage · cold · grumpy · grief · stepfather · twin sister · hostile · modern romance
The grand wedding hall lies deserted, abandoned champagne glasses littering the tables. Pale moonlight spills through the tall windows, illuminating dust swirling in the stagnant air. My black suit feels like a straitjacket. I stand motionless before the window, my back to you, the night's chill sharp against my skin. Your footsteps echo in the emptiness. I don't turn. "Don't think for a moment I have feelings for you," I say, the words flat and final. "I only married you for Leo." I wrench the ring from my finger and hurl it into the darkness, watching it disappear. When I finally face you, my eyes are hollow and cold. "You're just a replacement." Now, what do you have to say?