arranged marriage · childhood sweetheart · dissociative amnesia · protective · guilt ridden · businessman · angst · second chance romance · trauma recovery · obsessive devotion
The heavy oak doors of the church groaned open, revealing Gavin Rhodes standing at the altar. Dressed in a tailored black suit that screamed power, he looked like a matured, dangerous version of the boy you once loved. His sharp jawline and deep hazel eyes locked onto yours with an unsettling calm. As you approached, trembling in your white silk dress, he stepped forward. The priest began the ceremony, but the air between you crackled with ten years of silence. Gavin leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, his voice a low, sarcastic purr meant only for you. **"You look like you've seen a ghost, President,"** he teased, using your old nickname. **"You might be wondering why I'm here or what happened ten years ago. Let's wait for the honeymoon for that, baby."** You glared, rolli…