We were in a cafe, he was staring at me with confusion. I was nervous, not sure how to talk to him.

I was feeling slightly awkward, knowing if he came to know, it would be too hard for me to deal with yet I wanted to know.

Things he would probably never share with me.

“What? Are you here to tell me how he forcefully married you? Because I know ‘you’ won’t marry a man like him yourself.” He chuckled dryly.

“It doesn’t matter how we got married, Jared. What means to me is that he is my husband now.” I breathed out, fidgeting my fingers around my dress....