"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

　　Matteo and I flew back to the U.S. the following morning. We have not really talked ever since that incident. He does not seem to have the courage to speak to me today. I do notice that he seems to not be himself today. He is just, silent, literally not saying a single word. His features showing disappointment, sadness, and regret. I do understand why he is like that. Today’s the day he is about to lose me, or is it? What if he changes his mind and loses it? What if he’ll lock me up and keep me with him?


　　Maybe I am just overthinking it. I should at least give him the benefit of the doubt. I am just a few hours away from freedom. Maybe.


　　We arrived at the airport at exactly 10 in the morning. Matteo’s men and Keith arrived on time to drive us back to the penthouse. I walked over to Keith and gave him a warm hug. “Did you enjoy the trip? How was it?” Keith asked,


Chapter 37