(Victoria’s POV)
I was still reeling from Alexander’s rejection even though that had been quite a while ago. Why couldn’t he marry me? Or maybe the question should be why wouldn’t he marry me? I was ten times better and classier than that whore he was married to now.
But it wasn’t even about that, Alexander was the only that would ever understand me. We had grown up together, we knew what each other had gone through. More than that we both understood what it meant if we displeased our fathers. But in a way, Alexander was different from me in that aspect. He didn’t care what Matthew thought of him, I don’t think he ever had.