Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
His smile is meant to reassure me, but it barely registers.
I nod, but it feels mechanical. Saying it is easy. Thinking it? Maybe. But actually doing it, actually trying to pull myself out of this dark place without King by my side, it feels impossible. I hadn’t realized just how much he’d become a part of me. He’s been my world, and without him, I feel like I’m lost in the dark, unable to find my way.
Who am I without King?