He had imagined a life with her, spending every day together, inseparable.
He had also imagined promising her a world of splendor, gifting her a lifetime of peace and warmth.
Aaron Wyatt, Annabelle Linton. One man, one woman, one lifetime.
He had seen every side of her.
He'd seen her cry and seen her laugh. Seen her at her strongest and her most timid. Her most confident and her most insecure…
But no matter what, it was always the real her. And that was when he started to notice her.
And once he got a taste, it went straight to the bone. It was like a poison, an addiction he could never kick.
He knew she liked someone else. He'd always known.
But he didn't care. He just wanted her to be happy. As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
As long as her life was good, he was willing to stay by her side, to be a shoulder for her to lean on when she was tired.
He knew she had no one else to depend on, and he was willing to be her sole protector.
But she wasn't happy.
