She looked into my eyes, her expression broken. “Richard,” she said. “I can't marry you. I can't. You've only seen me as a sister up until this point, and you've been in love with Sarah for such a long time. How can you be suddenly okay with this? Do you hate me that much? To make me your wife, when Sarah's the only woman your heart belongs to, do you?”
I exhaled calmly, all my willpower suddenly evaporated. I was unsure on how to answer her. How to be honest. She had a strong point. f**k, she was right. Even as I sat her with her, right now, my heart ached at the thought of Sarah and everything we'd gone through. Everything we'd built. All the love, attention, and devotion gone down the drain.
“Elena,” I murmured, finding my voice at last. “I don't care. It's... It's an arranged marriag
