Olivia
Nathan's suggestion of a fake wedding had pierced through my heart, igniting a storm of emotions. I had to get out; I had to be alone for a while so I could think.
“Olivia?” he asked curiously as I abruptly stood. I was frozen there for a moment, unable to move with my fists clenched at my sides as my brain scrambled to come up with the right words to say, but no words would come.
Silently, I brushed past Nathan in a hurry and ran up the stairs.
I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, seeking solace from the tumultuous thoughts that swirled within me. As I closed the door behind me, I leaned against it, feeling the weight of my doubts pressing upon me.
Did Nathan only go in public with me for appearances? Were the feelings I had developed merely a facade, designed to create an
