A Promise to Remember
Ocean Dovehe calls me his wife but we're not marriedmy wife has been peeking at mehelp! my contract husband is obsessed with mefiancé fell in love with his intern secretary
In all the years I'd spent by his side, I'd never seen him humble himself like this.
He was begging me now. But who had I begged during those long, painful years of unrequited love? Then it hit me that love didn't fade gradually. It vanished in a single, shattering moment.
That flame that had been sustaining me had flickered out. And once cold, it could never be rekindled.
I pried his hands from my shoulders, my voice soft but firm. "It's too late."
His face was drenched, rain soaking through his clothes and plastering his hair flat against his forehead. The downpour seemed to weigh him down, layer by layer, until his pride finally cracked and shattered under the pressure.