Amethyst's POV
Out of all the guys I could ever envision being fixed in a marriage to, it was this guy— Devon Shaw.
Why him?
Oh dear god.
I gulped in response to this overwhelming thought.
Then, I slowly backed away, instinctively trying to create some distance between us.
Shaw raised a brow at me, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he made his way towards me.
Our parents exchanged confused glances, each visibly perplexed by the sudden tension that had filled the room.
I shook my head furiously, desperate to deny what was happening.
"Y-you?" I stammered, unable to believe that I was even in this situation.
Shaw merely smirked at my reaction, and I felt a rush of heat flood my cheeks.
Oh God—this must be a nightmare.
Without another thought, I pivoted on my heel
