The Wife He Never Deserved
“No, Dominic. You don’t. You grew up knowing who your parents were, where you belonged, and what your family expected from you. I spent years believing my mother was dead, my father had abandoned me, and my marriage was real.”
Dominic stopped walking.
“You’re right. I don’t know what that feels like.”
She looked at him, surprised by his admission.
He continued, “But I know what it means to have your family decide your future without asking you.”
Isabella studied his face.
“Is that why you never married?”
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
“Is that your way of asking whether I’m available?”
Despite everything, she almost smiled.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Too late.”