“Vania, you need to know something.”

Arga stopped Vania in the courtyard of the Montgomery estate. His face was serious, his voice low yet firm.

Vania turned with a furrowed brow. “What is it, Arga? You look… worried.”

Arga exhaled, locking his gaze on hers. “Devandra was just summoned by Grandfather Montgomery. And in that room… he boldly declared you’re still his fiancée.”

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Vania froze. Her eyes widened. “What?” Her voice trembled between shock and anger.

Arga nodded, holding back his own emotions. “I overheard part of the conversation. He said you’ll come back to him. As if this is only a matter of time.”

“He’s… insane,” Vania whispered,...