Chapter 15

15I Didn’t Come With A Shovel

Mara

I couldn’t breathe. The shock sat heavy in my chest, pulsing with a quiet, furious ache. Darian had finally confessed his feelings-now, of all times? After everything?

It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t touching. It was infuriating.

What did he think I would do? Smile? Cry tears of joy? He waited until I was already someone else’s wife-Lucian’s wife- before deciding his heart suddenly mattered.

He’d rejected me once without blinking, then stood by while his family handed me off like some burden to be managed.

He watched it happen. He let it happen.