Paranoia

“I see…” I murmured as I wondered what it was that I was really seeing.

I guessed that Bradon no longer considered me his responsibility. The times when I head out to meet the prince as Dahlia, I would no longer be his contract bride and it probably made sense that he didn’t need to be responsible for keeping me out of harm’s way. Although I knew that this was how things were supposed to be, I couldn’t help the sinking feeling in my chest.

“Of course, if you would like a driver or an escort, I would be happy to escort you,” Zain offered with a kind smile.

“No, thank you. I am not going out today…” I replied before turning on my heels and walking back into the mansion.

Little did I know back then that my decision to stay in the mansion on that day would lead to an unexpected encounter. It was early in the evening and there were no signs of Bradon returning home. I had gotten used to waiting for him to come home late into the night although I knew that I shouldn’t be waiting for him