Can’t Win Me Back

By doing this, Jameson made it seem as if he was considerate of Alyssa’s feelings, showing how much he cared for her. But all Alyssa felt was a wrenching pain in her heart, and it sickened her.

He was killing her from the inside.

“Are you joking, Mr. Schmidt?’ Remy glanced at a pale Alyssa, then looked at Jameson with disdain. He scoffed, “I’m not Ms. Alyssa’s family, nor am I your friend. Why should I be a witness to your marriage?

“It already makes me feel sick to be standing here. Yet, you want me to participate? You disgust me.’ Alyssa’s reddened eyes glistened with tears. She stared at Remy pitifully.

Remy’s lashes quivered slightly before he looked away and turned around. He wasn’t sure if he simply didn’t want to watch or couldn’t bear to Even though Remy refused to do the honors, Jameson wasn’t peeved. He stared lovingly at the stiff woman in his arms.

In a tone overflowing with the joy of a groom-to-be, Jameson remarked, “Oh well, it doesn’t matter. It makes no difference as long as the heavens bear witness for us.”

A lump formed in his throat, and his eyes filled with tears as he looked up at the tall and exquisite goddess statue.

were half-closed, looking majestic, dignified, and sacred. The statue bore a striking resemblance to Alyssa, as Jameson had it

cast vicious shadows on the ground beneath thern, making this wedding eerie, chilling, and dismal.

this day forward, whether blissfully sweet or plain and boring, I will love and protect her for the rest of my life. To have and to hold,

I breathe my last breath. Till death do us

free her hand from his hold,

This wasn’t a wedding.

was akin

the

Her entire body shook from the cold

lowered her onto the bed and leaned in

angrily. “I’m not taking a bath. I don’t want

trembling shoulder blades. He