Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
And for the first time, I don’t have an answer.
The silence is suffocating. Queenie’s words hang in the air, fragile and broken, like she’s holding her breath to stop from falling apart. She’s standing there, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She looks so small, so vulnerable, and I hate that she’s caught in the middle of this.
King exhales heavily, rubbing his hands over his face before speaking. “We won’t fight anymore,” he says, his voice low but firm. “This... this isn’t going to fix anything.”