Rewriting My Own Settings
Language: en
On the third year of my runaway bride escapade, Jack found me in the back kitchen of a small diner. My hands were chapped from the cold, raw from washing dishes. He frowned, his handsome brow furrowed. "Alice, make your choice. Come back with me and be Mrs. Blackwood, or keep slaving away here." Without a word, I put down the dish I was holding and went home with him. From then on, I became the perfect fiancée in Jack Blackwood's eyes. I no longer begged for his love. I no longer demanded his fidelity. Even when the young student he was keeping showed up at our doorstep, I didn't cry or…