Owen’s mother closed her eyes briefly, trying to calm the overwhelming pressure in her chest.

After a moment, she spoke again, her tone heavy, “I don’t know what you see in this woman, but I can stop interfering if that’s what you want. However, you should know that there’s no future for you two, right?”

The “future” she referred to was, of course, marriage.

Emma froze at her words. She instinctively tightened her grip on Owen’s shirt ...