Ryle’s face looked museum-worthy.

“W-what did you just call me?” he stuttered and Lovie stumbled with wide eyes.

“I don’t like to repeat myself but you’re special so I’ll say it again.” I spat, “How can we be married, Ryle Volkan?” I punctuated his name with a glare.

I stepped forward. “You have said a lot of things today, it’s quite impressive too,” I chuckled. “You made such an elaborate plan, but look, I won this time, Ryle.”

He turned to the crowd, “S-she’s lying! I- I am Atlas, Atlas Volkan!” Lovie nodded her head along with him and I rolled my eyes.

“Besides,” He glared at me, “You are...