I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass off the shelf and brought it over to the table. I poured me a full glass and downed it.
Fucking Nìkolai.
I groaned out in annoyance, feeling like I got into this big mess because I was lusting over a man I should’ve never gotten involved with in the first place.
Somehow through everything that’s happened, I can’t seem to get his words out of my head.
‘He will never love anybody but his precious Cecilia.’
I don’t know why, but I’m jealous of his confession. Would it be so hard for him to fall in love with me? Why would he even want to stay in love with a dead woman?
Then there’s him trying to get me pregnant.
Why would he ever do such a thing if he will never love me? Does he just want to bring a baby into this world out of colla
