Betty's POV

Ivan didn't listen to a single thing I said. He was adamant about sending me away. We walked through the lobby heading for the main entrance. My gaze was locked on the man carrying me in his arms.

His brows were tightly knitted together. I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. What was he thinking about on that altar?

He got married to a woman he didn't love and would probably die. I smiled burying my face in his neck wondering. Would he cry when I die? Even ...