Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but Queenie beats me to it.
“That’s not true,” she says firmly, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’re not a reminder of pain, King. You’re a part of this. Of us. You always have been.”
He shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Am I, though? Because from where I’m standin', it feels like ya don’t need me. Not really. You have each other. You have the baby. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do anymore. Be 'ere? Stand in the corner and watch while you two figure things out? Pretend I don’t feel like I’ve already lost everythin' that mattered to me?”