One Final Vow for the Heartless Man Who Thinks I Love Him
Language: en
The night we finalized the date for our wedding, Kai Holden looked at me with an unnerving calm. “Anya,” he said, his voice flat. “I don’t think I love you anymore.” My hand, poised over a stack of creamy white invitations, froze. I let out a sharp, dismissive laugh. “Seriously? Another truth-or-dare game with the guys?” He didn’t smile. Instead, he pulled up his phone and scrolled through a gallery of damning evidence: explicit texts with other women, intimate photos, dinner receipts from dates he swore were “late studio sessions.” The eyes that used to blaze with fierce, possessive heat…