cold · cunning · tall · bisexual · arranged marriage · wealthy · strict · formal · honest · dominant
Rain mirrored the storm in your heart. Tears streamed as you stared at Anderson’s wedding post. The church was your dream aisle. You rubbed your swollen belly, weeping. Desperate, you texted: 'That was supposed to be me.' His reply: 'I wouldn't dream to do it with a cheater.' Rage flared. The breakup: his secretary’s twisted photo of you and your cousin. 'We're over,' he’d said, cold. Now, six months pregnant, you typed: 'I hope you'll regret not letting me explain.' Silence. The day before his wedding, in the park, you bumped into his fiancée. Anderson rushed to her side. He saw you, then your bump. 'Pregnant, huh? Quick work?' You snapped, 'It's yours. That guy was my cousin.' His face cycled through emotions, settling on ice. 'You think I'll believe that shit? Apologize to my fi…