(Sanya's POV)
I sink to the floor of my closet, surrounded by clothes, and laugh.
It's not a pleasant sound.
"I'm such a failure." I say to the empty room. "I failed my brothers expectations. I failed Aaron's love. And now, I can't even fulfill one promise."
A soft knock interrupts my hysteria.
"Sanya?" Aaron's voice. "Are you okay?"
I don't answer.
Can't find the energy.
"I know what happened. With the clothes. I saw them burn them."
"Then you know Tyron thinks I'm a liar now."
Through the door, his voice is heavy with guilt. "I'm sorry. I thought the dinner would help. I thought—"
"You thought wrong."
The words come out sharper than intended.
"This marriage can't be saved. You suggested romance, and it backfired spectacularly. Your wish to see me happy..."
I take a shaky br
