The Guardian's Secret
Language: en
After years of chasing after my guardian, Julian, I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings on my birthday. But his face darkened with anger. "Sarah, don't forget your last name." Yet, three years ago, at a gala, he had pulled me into his arms, whispering in my ear, "When you grow up, let's get engaged, okay?" I took his drunken words to heart, but he forgot them. On the day he publicly announced his engagement to his long-lost "white moonlight," I showed up with a suitcase. Someone smirked, looking between us, asking how I felt. For the first time, I broke character. "I…