Annabelle Linton faltered and stopped in her tracks, a mist instantly clouding her eyes.
'The inevitable had arrived.'
Leona Grant didn't understand why she stopped, but he stopped with her.
He didn't recognize Aaron Wyatt's car, but when he followed her gaze, he saw Aaron Wyatt getting out.
Aaron Wyatt radiated an oppressive aura. His gaze burned into Annabelle Linton, his thin lips pressed into a tight line as he strode toward them with a dark expression.
The corners of Leona Grant's lips curved into a handsome smile.
It was as if all the previous scenes were rewinding in his mind.
"Annabelle, let's go buy rings."
"Annabelle, where should we go for our honeymoon?"
"Annabelle, I'll go upstairs and run a bath for you."
"Annabelle, our wedding is tomorrow."
'Buddy, your Annabelle is mine now. Got it?'
Leona Grant scoffed. Just as he was about to pull Annabelle Linton into his arms, she beat him to it, gently taking his arm.
