Amara

James’s confession had to be a cruel joke that the universe was playing on me. He’d turned me down, reminded me countless times that our relationship was fake, and now he was saying he loved me?

I should be ecstatic, the feelings I had for him were no longer one-sided. But I couldn’t bring myself to be because now he had me wondering—would he have realized he loved me if Vincent didn’t kidnap me.

To think it took me almost getting married to someone else for him to ...