Chapter 13

Michael’s pov

My mother, sensing the tension in the room, stepped forward with her arms stretched out towards me.

"Michel, maybe you should think about it. The family…"

"I want real happiness, Mom.” I cut her off without hesitation, keeping my voice steady.

“I’m sorry to say this, Mom. But this is not my idea of marriage. I don't want a marriage like yours and Dad's. I want real love. I can't play business with that as well."

My parents exchanged glances while Grandma leaned in to whisper, “Michael, take it easy.”

But I grunted, pulling an adamant expression.

Grandfather’s skin was glowing red at this point. He looked at me with a mix of disappointment and deep frustration.

"So you think love is enough? You think the world is some kind of movie. Anyway, I just hope you don't regret this. I just hope."

“I won't!” I retorted firmly, but this time, he did not answer me.

Instead, he sprang up to his feet forcefully and shook his head pitifully, marching out of the room and slamming the