Reborn: Marrying The Disabled Cruel CEO
She could feel the weight of history pressing down on her shoulders—the memory of Marcus's hands around her throat, the taste of poison on her lips, the sight of her best friend's satisfied smile as life slowly her body.
Her hand moved past Marcus's contract. Past Julian's. And settled firmly on the third.
"I choose Damien Cross."
The silence that followed was so complete that Sadie could hear the gentle tick of the clock, the distant sound of traffic outside, even the whisper of her own breathing. For a moment, she wondered if they had all heard her correctly.
Then the chaos began.
"Sadie, darling," her mother gasped, half-rising from her chair. "Surely you mean—"