"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　I sighed tiredly as I walk into our penthouse. Matteo is walking behind me. We did not talk the whole car ride nor asked anything about Noah which seems great, he’s not acting all crazy like I expected him to be. I guess I can see some growth in him, some. I dropped my bags in the living room and walked over to the kitchen. I decided to cook some pancakes because I want something to snack on while I study. As I was mixing the batter, Matteo crept in beside me. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. He bit his lip before speaking out, “We’re at our last week now, Jean,” he stated.


Chapter 34