Arabel's POV
A loud chuckle and snarl escape my lips against my will.
With a small smile on my face, I fold my arms, ignoring the sudden pounding of my heart and the wave of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream.
“I think you got the wrong person, Richard. I told you I was not her, didn't I?”
“Stop with the denial, Arabel,” he shouts in frustration and desperation. “Stop with the pretence already.”
“I really don't know what else you want me to say. If there is anything I hate most, then it is being mistaken for someone else. I told you from the start that I was not her. Just because you want something with me and I said a big no doesn't mean you should insist I am that woman.”
I want to say more.
I want to scream at him, letting him know that I am not the foolish woman he marri
