Aidan leaned back in his seat, inhaling sharply, his face reddening from the rage burning inside him.
"What is wrong? You don't look well," Raven asked, her concern genuine.
"Nothing…" Aidan said. He shifted his eyes toward her again. "Do you remember?"
Raven stared at him, clueless.
"You were sitting right here." He pointed at the seat she had occupied that night.
"There was no way a man like Atish would marry someone like you…" he said, his eyes numb.
"Yeah, but I did say if there was a chance, I would just go along with it," Raven recalled, puzzled.
Silence stretched between them, a tension pressing against the air.
Aidan stood up, facing the door of the lobby, his jaw clenched, his fists tightening until his knuckles turned pale and red.
"So, it's true."
Something weighed on his tongue, each word forced out, carrying the heat of his heart.
Before Raven could speak, he turned on his heels. "You are marrying him."
