perhaps it was finally time for us to arrange a small ceremony.
Daniel’s expression immediately changed.
He put down his fork and laughed.
I still remember that laugh.
It wasn’t the laugh of a loving man.
It was the laugh of someone who was certain I would never leave him.
“I’m never going to marry you, Sarah.”
For several seconds, I simply stared at him.
“Why?”
He leaned back in his chair and shrugged.
Then he said something that made me realize I had been deceived for twelve years.
Continuation
