I gazed at Lydia, a million emotions boiling in my eyes. I swallowed hard and grunted in a low voice, "I don't believe you."
Lydia chuckled and replied, "You don't have to. Dean is the man I love and chose to marry."
I fell silent, the lump in my throat getting bigger. I glared at Lydia and took a step closer, advancing towards her.
I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, Lydia's scent reaching my nostrils as I stepped closer.
"I don't think so because I can't see it in your eyes, Lydia. You don't look like someone who's in love right now," I breathed in a low, smooth tone.
Lydia snorted and looked up at me. "Who are you to decide that?" she asked. "What do you have to stand on saying that I don't love the man I'm dating?"
"I may not have a right," I replied, "but I can prove it
