|Theodore|
I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
Jeremiah—Jeremiah Alastair—of all people, had just proposed to Carmella.
The words reverberated in my mind as I stood frozen in the vast living area of her mansion. The dim glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long, accusing shadows on the polished floor. Down the hall, she had disappeared into her office with him, leaving me here to stew in disbelief. Instead of rejecting him outright, as any reasonable person would’ve expected her to, she’d invited him for a private conversation.
A fvcking private conversation.
I raked a hand through my hair, my agitation palpable. I paced back and forth, the rhythm of my boots striking against the floor a poor distraction from the storm brewing in my chest. The sound was
