Hunter POV
She's agreed to marry me, but only because of the threat of Trevor hanging over her head. Part of me feels triumphant but another part of me feels overwhelmed with guilt. I knew Dana didn't want to marry me, that this was just because I and her father had practically forced her to and it wasn't something I was proud of. But another part of me, a hidden part, was thrilled at the prospect of Dana becoming my wife, my inner voice telling me that it should have been her who I married all along and not Sandra.
Sandra. I had heard nothing from her since her storming out of the restaurant that day. I had phoned her father and explained, but he had cut off all communications with myself and Lionel, breaking off a friendship that had lasted years. Lionel insisted that it didn't matter
