𓍯𓂃 By CaradeLuna 𓇢𓆸
“I’m not marrying that guy!”
“…I’m a girl, though.”
I was seven years old when I got engaged to my father’s friend’s son.
The boy, only five at the time, screamed like the world was ending and hid behind his mother, insisting—
“I’m going to marry Sophie, not him!”
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Edmund never loved me.
“Even if we get married, I’m living my life. You live yours.”
He said that when we were thirteen.
“I think I wouldn’t care even if you died.”
At sixteen, he still hadn’t changed.
“I’m not thinking about marriage right now.”
By twenty—the age we were supposed to marry as promised—he gave the same cold answer, asking for more time with an excuse that he wasn’t ready yet.
Honestly, I thought it was a relief.
I didn’t want to marry him anyway. So wasn’t this for the best?
But not long after…
My father introduced me to a new fiancé.
It was… despair.
But that despair?
Compared to the look on Edmund’s face when he heard the news and came storming over—
It was practically hope.
Regret novels and Childcare novels are my favorite genres. This has both! But I will say, I am impatient for them to transition into adulthood. I will meditate and try to enjoy the slow burn.
Lol, don’t worry I’m also impatient to transit them into adults. It will be worth it !