Noah looked at her with a small smile. "What? Nothing to say now?"
Ophelia let out a quiet breath.
"Haah." She crossed her arms. "I suppose you're not as stupid as everyone says." Her voice was calm, almost indifferent. "Yes. It's true. I did it because I wanted to break our engagement. I had no desire to marry you. But my father wouldn't listen to me no matter what I said. So when the opportunity came, I took it."
She said it the way someone admits to something they never considered wrong in the first place.
Noah wasn't angry. Not really.
The old Noah had genuinely loved her — or perhaps just been obsessed with her. Either way, that version of him was gone.
He looked at her now, properly, and tried to understand what that person had seen. She was beautiful, no question. But it wasn't as though there were no other beautiful women in the world. Arisha and Lyria, for example, were far more striking than her in every sense.
He shook the thought off and spoke.
