Ever since I was little, I had never wanted to get married. I watched my mother tear my father apart piece by piece, and I promised myself I would never end up like that. Love always looked like a trap to me. Pain dressed up as commitment. But being thrown into Scar’s world forced my eyes open in ways I never expected. The violence, the power, the loyalty, the danger. All of it stripped away the fantasy version of life I had been living and replaced it with something raw and real.
I agreed to marry him because, deep down, I loved the way I felt when I was with him. Call me crazy, but after only one week, I could not imagine my life without him in it. That was the truth I kept circling back to every time I asked myself why I had not run. Why I had not packed a bag and disappeared when I ha
