Richard’s POV
The morning of the wedding arrived, bringing with it a leaden sky that mirrored the mood in my gut. I tried to get some sleep the night before, but I was mostly restless.
My mind was a tangled mess of anger, betrayal, and a gnawing sense of dread.
I had promised Mia to stick with her, even though I don’t understand what has been happening, a promise is a promise, and I was about to break it.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. My heart felt heavy, and my whole body was reluctant to continue getting ready for the wedding.
A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I muttered, my voice rough with lack of sleep.
The door creaked open, revealing my father. His face was beaming with pride. "Richard," he said, his voice gentle.
"Father," I replied, f
