“I knew I wanted to marry you. I may have been ten, and you eight”—he smirks at his naivety—“but I knew you were the only girl for me. But life doesn’t work that way. The moment you met Cayden Coachman…everything changed.”
My steady breathing fills the silence as I gather the courage to hear what he says next.
“I always thought you were with him as a f**k you to your mom, but it was just wishful thinking on my part. You always belonged to him. Even when you agreed to marry me, I thought that maybe things had changed. I knew you were still seeing Cayden behind my back, but you had been long before we got engaged.”
“What…what does that mean?” I ask, swallowing.
He pins me with his steel-blue stare while I remind myself to breathe. “It means we became a thing about eight years ago. But I
