Power is everything. People say money can't buy happiness, yet they wake up at the crack of dawn and retire late at night just to chase it. To me, money is everything, and I hate any fool who thinks otherwise. Try messing with it, and you're out. I don’t care what others think. I have a goal, and I am determined to reach it. I must reach it.
Just the image of my so-called father, lounging in his executive chair at Bianco Jewelry Enterprises—one of the largest jewelry manufacturing industries across East Africa—makes my blood boil. Especially with that woman beside him. Sitting in the seat that once belonged to my mother.
Deep sigh.
I will destroy it all. Even if I have to defile logic itself.
There’s a deal. The Grand Gold Gala Awarding ceremony. Being his son gives me an advantage—a direct pass to acquire an even stronger ally and join the Cardinal Seven, the elite power circle he’s part of. They gave me two conditions. First, get married. Second, win the GGG. I have to produce the rarest jewelry ever created.
Currently, the Queen’s Maker holds the title. My late mother’s design. The masterpiece that set Bianco at the top of the food chain. Fortunately, I have secured a bride. Maybe not in the most conventional way, but all they need to see is a woman by my side. That’s it.
A sigh leaves my lips as I gaze down at the busy streets of Nairobi. The city is still alive, even past ten. Just then, the door creaks open, and Fedrick steps in, still carrying the tension from yesterday’s outburst. I might have gone overboard, but his incompetence earned it. A stupid bride who ran away at the last minute? Unacceptable.
“Sir, she arrived home safely,” he reports, his voice careful, calculated.
I say nothing, and he quickly hands me a brown envelope. “That’s all I could find about her.”
I tear it open and pull out her resume. Evelyn Ateya Wangari. Born September 14, 2000. So, she’s twenty-four. Dead mother. Father remarried. Currently employed at…
“So she truly works in Jade Enterprises?” I mutter.
“Yes. I also discovered she was involved in the Black Dessert design.”
I pause. “The one Antony was raving about?”
“Yes.”
“But I thought it was some guy… what was his name? Some biblical name.” I search my mind, then snap my fingers. “Daniel Githenji.”
“That’s him.”
“Huh. Parents still name their kids like that?”
Fedrick clears his throat. “Yeah, right, sir.”
“That was rhetorical.”
“Sorry, sir.”
I flip to the final pages, where sketches of her designs are neatly presented. My fingers drum against the desk. "Look into this Daniel guy. Something about this doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t want irrelevant insects crawling into the boardroom. The executives will be my greatest weapon against my father, and I intend to wield them wisely."
"Understood, sir. Right away." Frederick bows his head slightly before slipping out, closing the door softly behind him.
Evelyn Ateya Wangari. The name lingers in my mind. A unique name. An intriguing woman. My gaze falls to her photograph, studying the angles of her face.
For a marriage of convenience, she is almost too perfect. A delicate face, curves in all the right places, the kind of woman any man would be proud to have on his arm. Back in my college days, she would have been my type. But that was before. Before I learned that love is nothing but a game of betrayal, and the only real currency in life is power. Now, I stick to arrangements with no strings attached—mostly one-night stands. Marriage? A ridiculous notion. If not for this contract, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
Still, I can’t deny securing a woman of her caliber is a fortunate twist. First impressions are everything. And she will serve her purpose.
I lean back, pressing the intercom button. "Juliet."
The door opens moments later, and my secretary steps in hesitantly. "You called for me, sir?"
"How is the meeting arrangement coming along?" I ask, voice calm but laced with an unspoken warning.
She fidgets slightly before answering. "Um… Mr. Antony just went to check on it, sir."
I still. Then slowly, deliberately, raise my gaze to meet hers. "Is Antony my secretary now?"
Her eyes widen. "N-No, sir. I-I just meant—"
"Should I call him, then? See if he wants your job?"
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. "I’m so sorry, sir. I’ll check on it immediately."
I exhale sharply, shaking my head. "Never mind. Let this be the last time. The next time I ask about my schedule and you mention Antony’s name instead of answering me directly, it will be your last day here."
She remains silent, hands clutching the fabric of her blouse. Good. She understands.
"You are my personal secretary, not Antony’s. Remember that. Or I might decide I don’t need you at all."
"I understand, sir. I sincerely apologize."
"Just don’t make the same mistake again. Know your place. Know your priorities."
"Yes, sir. Of course, sir."
"You may leave."
She doesn’t wait to be told twice, practically scurrying out of the room. I let out a breath, rubbing my temple.
Some people need constant reminders of where they stand. And I have neither the time nor patience for incompetence.
With a final glance at Evelyn’s file, I close the folder.
The game has just begun.
And I am determined to win.
***
At the boardroom.
I was seated at the head of the table, the boss’s chair—a throne of black leather and steel, commanding the room effortlessly. Antony sat to my right, his P.A. poised beside him, while Juliet stood beside me, still trembling as she arranged the documents for the presentation. The air was thick with expectation.
Then, the doors swung open, and four figures strode in. She is first.
Evelyn Wangari led the way, her every step exuding control. She was dressed in the kind of attire only the rich and powerful could pull off—an elegant, cream-colored pantsuit that hugged her frame with meticulous precision. The tailored white blouse beneath it was crisp, its high collar adding to her aura of absolute refinement. The coat, matching her pants perfectly, fell just below her hips, its clean lines a testament to the precision of high-end Korean fashion. Her hair was styled into a sleek chignon, revealing pearl earrings that shimmered with the slightest movement. She was the epitome of poised sophistication.
Beside her, Daniel Gethinji walked with calculated ease, the weight of his reputation making him seem untouchable. The remaining two—Serena and Victor—followed closely, the tension between them unspoken but present. Jade Jewelry had always operated on internal rivalry, and this was no exception.
Evelyn stopped at the head of the table, her gaze level. “Hello. I’m Evelyn Wangari, and my partner is Daniel Gethinji, the co-producer of Black Dessert.” Her voice was precise, perfectly measured. Not too melodic, not too mechanical—just enough smoothness to make her words carry weight. The kind of voice that made you listen.
I leaned forward slightly as she placed the design in front of me. My fingers traced the edges of the necklace.
“The uniqueness of this necklace,” Evelyn continued, her tone unwavering, “is its color shift. Up close, it appears pitch black, absorbing light. But from a distance, it transforms—charcoal grey, then almost white, depending on the angle. It’s designed to mimic the nature of perception—nothing is truly one color, not under every light.”
Some of the executives nodded, murmuring their appreciation. One leaned forward, adjusting his glasses. “Impressive. What material allows the shift?”
Evelyn smiled, unshaken by the question. “It’s a fusion of hematite and onyx, layered using a specialized vapor deposition technique. The process creates a refractive illusion—what you see depends entirely on how you view it.”
A woman at the end of the table arched a brow. “So it’s all about perspective?”
Evelyn’s lips quirked slightly. “Isn’t everything?”
A few chuckles rippled through the boardroom, but I wasn’t amused. My fingers tightened around the necklace as I studied it again.
I noticed something I shouldn’t have.
Daniel’s hand—brushing against Serena’s under the table. Subtle, fleeting, but unmistakable. My jaw tightened, but I chose to ignore it for now.
“Any questions?” Evelyn asked, standing firm, her presence undiminished by the room’s scrutiny.
Another executive leaned forward. “What inspired this design?”
Evelyn tilted her head slightly, a knowing smile forming. “Ever seen someone go through a breakup?”
The room paused.
“You start with denial. Everything seems dark, impenetrable. But then distance gives clarity—you see things for what they truly are. Colors shift. Black isn’t black anymore; it’s grey, then white. It’s all about perspective.”
Laughter, scattered but genuine, filled the space.
I let them enjoy it for a moment before cutting through. “And you?” I turned to Daniel, my voice cold. “What was your role in all of this?”
Daniel blinked, clearly caught off guard. “I… I supervised and—”
I scoffed, cutting him off. “Supervised?” My tone was sharp, unwavering. “As the group leader, I need to know what you actually contributed. Because supervising isn’t something grand enough to justify your name on this project.”
He hesitated, grasping for an answer that wouldn’t come. Silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
I exhaled sharply and held up the necklace. Then I chuckled—a dark, humorless sound.
“So this… this is what Jade Jewelry calls a masterpiece?” I mused, my smirk cold. “It’s utter garbage.”
The room went deathly silent.
Evelyn’s jaw tightened, her eyes like molten steel, but she said nothing.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I continued, toying with the necklace in my palm. “I like the concept. That’s all.” I let my smirk drop, my tone turning venomous. “The weight is off. The texture? A complete joke. The pattern? Who the hell was this made for? Some washed-up model? Scratch that, even a washed-up celebrity would look ridiculous in this.”
I let the necklace slip through my fingers, the clatter against the table loud in the oppressive silence.
“I can’t believe you wasted my time with this.”
Evelyn’s knuckles were white against the stack of documents she held, but she remained composed. Barely.
I pushed back my chair and stood.
“I didn’t buy this wasted-up enterprise so I could entertain such disgusting—” I stop, scoffing before shaking my head, my lips curling into something between amusement and rage. “No, wait. Calling it disgusting is an insult to disgusting. I don’t even have the right fucking word for this abomination you dare to call a design.” My fingers tighten. The silence in the room is suffocating. No one dares to move. No one dares to fucking breathe.
“If this,” I gesture to the so-called masterpiece, my voice cold, lethal, “is what you all consider a design, then quit. Walk the fuck out that door and never step foot in a design firm again. Because of this? This is an insult. To every designer out there, to every artist who’s ever bled for their craft.” My gaze slowly shifts, locking onto Evelyn. She doesn’t back down, her stare sharp, seething, but she doesn’t speak.
I take a step closer, looming over her, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “And more than that—” I pause, letting the weight of my words sink into her bones, “it’s an insult to me.”
The air turns razor-sharp. A single breath too loud could slit throats.
“Get me a perfect design,” my voice is steel, final, ruthless. “A perfect product.” My jaw clenches as I glare down at her. “Or you get the fuck out.”
The room is ice. Tension coils in the air like a storm ready to detonate. No one speaks. No one even fucking twitches.
“Kurtis, chill a bit,” Antony’s voice cuts through, but I barely turn my head.
“Chill?” I laugh, the sound empty, mocking. “You don’t fucking get it.” My eyes flicker across the room, my fury burning into each of them. “I saved all of you. This goddamn company was on the brink of destruction, circling the fucking drain. But my money saved you.” My voice is a growl, my patience obliterated. “You are all sitting here, in your goddamn expensive suits, still employed because of me. And you think I’ll stand here and entertain this?” My finger jabs toward the necklace, my disgust boiling over.
“This pathetic, jumbled, half-assed excuse of a design?” My voice turns razor-edged, each word slicing through the silence. “I’d rather go blind than put my name on something this fucking disgraceful.”
I turn on my heel, my steps measured, final. Then, just as I reach the door, I throw my last command over my shoulder.
“I want a new design in two weeks.” My voice is the sound of a gavel slamming down. “Or your resignation letters on my desk.”
And then, I walk out.
I already expected him to be harsh. Rude, even. But this?Pathetic.The design had already been approved, yet he spat on it like it was filth beneath his feet. Like my work, my effort wasn’t even worth a glance. The arrogance, the sheer audacity, burned through me, but what burned more was the truth in his words. Damn it. That was too much.Still, watching Daniel stammer under his scrutiny had been satisfying. I should have enjoyed it more. But all I could hear, all I could replay in my head, was his voice."Disgusting. An insult to disgust."I didn’t even realize I had moved until my heels clicked sharply against the marble floor. He was heading for the elevator. I followed. Just as the doors were about to slide shut, I slipped inside, pressing my hand against the cold steel frame.His gaze flickered to me, bored, detached. “What do you want?”The doors sealed, enclosing us in a space thick with tension.I pressed the emergency stop button. The elevator lurched to a halt.His head sn
The air inside the boardroom was thick with tension, the kind that settled between unspoken words and silent glares. No one dared to breathe too loudly. We were all waiting for the inevitable—the verdict.Jade Jewelry was situated in Roosters, housed within a ten-floor building. We occupied the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, with the sixth serving as our design studio and the seventh reserved for board meetings. Initially, the building accommodated various businesses, but ever since Lush acquired the entire property, some of them had begun relocating.That’s right, Mr. Almighty doesn’t like his business aligning with other businesses. So we are expecting new changes. Don’t get the wrong idea, Lush headquarters is in CBD, a seven-star building. I’d been there once for a product launch, and the sheer extravagance had left an imprint on me—red carpets rolled over polished floors, walls lined with gold-trimmed panels, and chandeliers that dripped luxury. It was the very definition of u
A marriage of convenience. Contracts were needed. Certain lines were supposed to be defined, but for some reason, I found it amusing to tease her.The way her eyes widened, her expression shifting from confusion to guarded caution, yet beneath it all, an innocence that was almost too easy to rattle. Her hands hung behind her back, her posture tense, as if she was both resisting and submitting at the same time. Even with her guard up, she was so easy to fluster."So, do tell me," I mused, leaning slightly closer, my voice deliberately laced with amusement. "Will kissing you to prove you're my wife be a breach of contract?"Her lips parted, a small, startled sound escaping before she stammered, "Well, umh..."I smirked, enjoying how she struggled for words. "Sorry to tell you, but I might have to kiss you quite a lot. Even more than your ex did," I said, watching her reaction closely. "I can refer to him as your ex, right?""Well, yeah," she mumbled, still staring up at me in a trance-l
A high-pitched ringing buzzed in my ears, distant at first, then swelling, consuming everything. My head felt heavy like it had been stuffed with cotton, but the weight wasn’t enough to dull the sharp, pulsing ache at my temples. I tried to move, but a dull throb shot up my arm, pinning me down before I could register what was wrong.Bright light poured through my closed eyelids, forcing them to flutter open. The world blurred—a sterile white ceiling, recessed lights that hummed softly, and the unmistakable scent of antiseptic hanging thick in the air. Something beeped nearby, a steady, rhythmic sound that only intensified the ringing in my head. Hospital. The realization struck as I blinked, my vision swimming into focus.A murmur of voices drifted in from the side, muffled at first, then sharpening into distinct figures. My father. Vincent. Antony. They were here.I turned my head slightly, ignoring the protest of my sore muscles. Vincent was seated beside me, his posture stiff, han
The suitcase snapped shut with a finality that sent a dull ache through my chest. I exhaled, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the two culprits standing before me—Genny and Grace, their eyes wide, their hands clasped together in a silent plea."I said no!" I cried out, my patience fraying at the edges."But we just want to see the house!" Genny whined."Every single girl in this city would die to get a peek into Kurtis’s life," Grace added, arms crossed.I threw my hands up. "And that’s exactly why you’re not coming! I haven’t even properly introduced you guys, and we all know the kind of man Kurtis is. He values his privacy more than anything!"Their exaggerated sighs filled the air as I turned my attention back to the calendar hanging on the wall. What a month July had turned out to be. A month that was supposed to be filled with excitement, with wedding plans, with love. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle toward Daniel, my heart fluttering with anticipation for the lif
The car ride back was suffocating.The low hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of streetlights casting eerie shadows through the tinted windows, the rhythmic tapping of Kurtis’s fingers against his tablet—it all built an unbearable weight inside me. The hospital doors had barely shut behind us, yet my mind was still trapped in that sterile white hallway, replaying the scene over and over like a broken film reel.Antony’s expression—shocked, confused, then cold. His jaw tightened, his gaze darting between me and Kurtis, piecing together a picture I wasn’t even sure how to explain.I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I did.And the way Kurtis had dismissed him, like a minor inconvenience, like a fly buzzing too close to his ear, made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just his words; it was the sheer lack of emotion, the detached finality in his tone, as if Antony—someone who had stood by his side for years—was nothing more than an afterthought.I shot a glance at Kurtis. He sat beside me
I barely got any sleep. The bed was enormous, the sheets soft, but everything still felt foreign—the scent of a new fragrance lingering in the air, the quiet vastness of the house pressing down on me. It was surprisingly huge, yet only had six rooms.The ground floor was nothing short of luxury—an expansive living room, a sleek dining area, and a modern kitchen. But according to Fedrick, apart from the housekeepers who only came during the day and the gatekeepers, no one else lived there. Just Kurtis and him. And even then, Kurtis was hardly around, only staying over when early-morning schedules demanded it.Even Antony and some of Kurtis’ closest friends rarely hung out here. Privacy, for him, wasn’t just a preference—it was an obsession.The first floor housed his study, a personal library, and a sketch room—off-limits to everyone, including Fedrick. The second floor had three rooms. Mine was the first you reached, another stood empty, and Kurtis’ was at the farthest end. The third
(June, 17…One Month Before The Contract Marriage )It was already past ten when I walked in. The grand gate opened as I handed over my invitation card, the golden emblem catching the dim light. This wasn’t just any event—it was the event, exclusive to only the VVIPs from every major business sector. The kind of gathering where fortunes were made or ruined over a single conversation.A valet rushed over as I stepped out of my car, and I tossed him my key without a second glance. The grand home of Mr. Abdalla loomed ahead, magnificent and intimidating. You could say Bianco is the most influential jewelry company, but Abdalla’s Company? He controlled the appraisal of jewelry, the launch of exclusive collections, and the global marketing of high-end pieces. His company was the backbone of the industry, providing top-tier models and connections that stretched across continents. It was no surprise he ranked among the top ten richest billionaires in Kenya.Stepping inside, I took a slow, mea
“Huh! The outlook looks better!” Denis exclaims, her eyes scanning the sketch with approval.But I barely hear her. My focus is locked onto Serena and Daniel. The way they lean into each other, whispering, giggling—so obnoxious, so infuriating. Every little chuckle grates against my nerves, like nails screeching down a chalkboard. They don’t even try to be subtle. It’s disgusting.“Right, what do you think about the boss’ suggestion?” Daina’s voice cuts through my thoughts. She’s standing beside Denis, and as always, Victor trails behind her like a silent shadow. The two of them have been helpful with material suggestions, but right now, my patience is thin.“Yeah, it’s sick,” Victor finally speaks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Five thousand for a design that would impress him? That’s insane.”“So you in, then?” Denis teases with a sly chuckle.“Fuck right,” Victor mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.It’s only been four hours since the announcement, yet the news has alrea
The fire in her eyes was untamed, raw—like a storm barely held back by the fragile restraint of her skin. Impressive, to say the least. A slow smirk curled on my lips, amusement flickering through me despite the absurdity of her words."I want to join the Board of Executives!" she declared, her voice cutting through the room like a blade of ice.I exhaled sharply, staring at her—hard. Maybe I was hoping she was joking, that she’d laugh and brush it off as a fleeting thought. But no. Damn. She meant it.As Fedrick moved about, directing the guests toward dinner, I kept my gaze locked on her, studying every flicker of resolve, every stubborn breath she took."Listen," I said, my tone low, measured, but laced with something dark. "Do you think joining the Executive Board will be enough to get your revenge?"Her brows pinched slightly, but she didn’t falter. "What do you mean? From the beginning, that was what—""You still don’t get it," I cut in, stepping forward. Before she could pull a
The warmth of his lips still lingered on mine, a teasing memory that refused to fade. My cheeks were still flushed, and despite the cool splash of water on my face, the heat beneath my skin remained. Damn. That was nothing like kissing Daniel. No comparison. Kurtis Otias was in a league of his own.It was already past nine, and the photoshoot had stretched longer than expected. We were given a change of outfits—matching grey sweatshirts and pants adorned with tiny love emojis. Cute. I ran a hand through my hair and glanced at myself in the mirror. My lips still tingled, betraying my thoughts. Shaking off the daze, I walked back into the living room.And there he was.Seated on the plush sofa, legs crossed in a casual yet elegant manner, flipping through the pages of a novel. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, adding an almost devastating allure to his already striking features. My breath hitched. What is it with handsome men wearing glasses? The emotionless expressio
When I arrived around five, the sight that greeted me was nothing short of chaotic. A large moving truck was parked in the driveway, workers unloading boxes and crates while a team of decorators scurried back and forth. Several photo booths had been set up on the front lawn, their pristine white backdrops fluttering lightly in the evening breeze. The whole scene felt surreal, as if I had just walked onto the set of a high-budget wedding shoot—except it was supposed to be my life.I scanned the crowd and spotted Kurtis standing a few feet away, deeply engrossed in conversation with a group of men in black suits. His expression was unreadable, his posture relaxed yet firm, the very image of a man in control. His gaze flicked toward me for the briefest second before returning to the discussion. Something about his demeanor made me uneasy.Before I could dwell on it, a familiar voice called my name.“What’s going on?” I asked as I approached Fedrick, my voice laced with confusion.“What d
The room was thick with tension, the air heavy as if every molecule had absorbed the weight of the moment. Kurtis’s arms remained firmly wrapped around me, his grip a silent command, while Antony stood a few feet away, still as a statue, his stare sharp and unreadable.I wasn’t sure if he was in shock, disbelief, or something darker. But one thing was clear—this wasn’t a normal conversation.And me? I felt like I was caught in a storm I never saw coming. My thoughts were tangled, my heart pounding against my ribs, a painful reminder that I had just signed myself into something—something much deeper and much more dangerous than I had initially assumed.I sucked in a sharp breath, but even that felt like a struggle, as though the very oxygen in the room had turned against me, suffocating me with each passing second."You should head back," Kurtis finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm, the kind of tone that left no room for argument.I blinked, still trying to find my footing in this me
(June, 17…One Month Before The Contract Marriage )It was already past ten when I walked in. The grand gate opened as I handed over my invitation card, the golden emblem catching the dim light. This wasn’t just any event—it was the event, exclusive to only the VVIPs from every major business sector. The kind of gathering where fortunes were made or ruined over a single conversation.A valet rushed over as I stepped out of my car, and I tossed him my key without a second glance. The grand home of Mr. Abdalla loomed ahead, magnificent and intimidating. You could say Bianco is the most influential jewelry company, but Abdalla’s Company? He controlled the appraisal of jewelry, the launch of exclusive collections, and the global marketing of high-end pieces. His company was the backbone of the industry, providing top-tier models and connections that stretched across continents. It was no surprise he ranked among the top ten richest billionaires in Kenya.Stepping inside, I took a slow, mea
I barely got any sleep. The bed was enormous, the sheets soft, but everything still felt foreign—the scent of a new fragrance lingering in the air, the quiet vastness of the house pressing down on me. It was surprisingly huge, yet only had six rooms.The ground floor was nothing short of luxury—an expansive living room, a sleek dining area, and a modern kitchen. But according to Fedrick, apart from the housekeepers who only came during the day and the gatekeepers, no one else lived there. Just Kurtis and him. And even then, Kurtis was hardly around, only staying over when early-morning schedules demanded it.Even Antony and some of Kurtis’ closest friends rarely hung out here. Privacy, for him, wasn’t just a preference—it was an obsession.The first floor housed his study, a personal library, and a sketch room—off-limits to everyone, including Fedrick. The second floor had three rooms. Mine was the first you reached, another stood empty, and Kurtis’ was at the farthest end. The third
The car ride back was suffocating.The low hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of streetlights casting eerie shadows through the tinted windows, the rhythmic tapping of Kurtis’s fingers against his tablet—it all built an unbearable weight inside me. The hospital doors had barely shut behind us, yet my mind was still trapped in that sterile white hallway, replaying the scene over and over like a broken film reel.Antony’s expression—shocked, confused, then cold. His jaw tightened, his gaze darting between me and Kurtis, piecing together a picture I wasn’t even sure how to explain.I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I did.And the way Kurtis had dismissed him, like a minor inconvenience, like a fly buzzing too close to his ear, made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just his words; it was the sheer lack of emotion, the detached finality in his tone, as if Antony—someone who had stood by his side for years—was nothing more than an afterthought.I shot a glance at Kurtis. He sat beside me
The suitcase snapped shut with a finality that sent a dull ache through my chest. I exhaled, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the two culprits standing before me—Genny and Grace, their eyes wide, their hands clasped together in a silent plea."I said no!" I cried out, my patience fraying at the edges."But we just want to see the house!" Genny whined."Every single girl in this city would die to get a peek into Kurtis’s life," Grace added, arms crossed.I threw my hands up. "And that’s exactly why you’re not coming! I haven’t even properly introduced you guys, and we all know the kind of man Kurtis is. He values his privacy more than anything!"Their exaggerated sighs filled the air as I turned my attention back to the calendar hanging on the wall. What a month July had turned out to be. A month that was supposed to be filled with excitement, with wedding plans, with love. I had envisioned myself walking down the aisle toward Daniel, my heart fluttering with anticipation for the lif