Not Yours to Control
On our wedding day, my boyfriend, Hayden Grant, had me thrown out of the chapel. Instead, he walked down the aisle hand-in-hand with his childhood sweetheart.
I went back in and collapsed at the side of the aisle. The bouquet slipped from my hands, and scattered petals fell everywhere. However, his eyes did not linger on me for even half a second.
"Selena's child needs a dad. Once that's taken care of, I'll marry you."
Everyone thought I, the lovesick fool, would willingly wait another month.
After all, I had already waited for him for seven years.
However, that night, I did something no one expected.
I agreed to my parents' arranged marriage and left the country.
Three years later, I