Freya's p.o.v

"Yes, I do."

The statement finally expelled my lips as I stood right in front of him at the altar of the grand cathedral, him holding my hands as the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows seemed to mock me.

My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the secret residing within. I am marrying Damian, the son of the most richest man in the city and arguably the country, not out of love, but rather out of obligation and respect.

Damian had been kind to me throughout the years ever since I got to know him. Right from my course of internship at his company to this...