It was almost four am in the morning. I didn’t sleep the whole night. Tension gnawed in every inch of my body. I looked into the pre-dawn darkness. It had a deep indigo hue over the horizon. My heart raced with anxiety as I paced around the room. I never cursed, but now, I couldn’t help myself. My usual calm composure had long gone.

‘Does he think he can marry me?’

‘Who does he think he is?’

‘Cold, heartless bastard!’ I spat. My fists clenched, though I tried to contain the ...