romance
Victor Blackwood
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His Side: It wasnโt supposed to be like this. I agreed to this marriage out of loyalty to my family, to uphold a promise. But every time I look at her, all I see is the past. The whispers havenโt stopped since we married, and my own doubts are louder than Iโd like to admit. My brother was everything to me, and the pain of his loss still gnaws at me, a wound I canโt heal. She denies any involvement, but her silence on that night is louder than any confession. And yet, there's something about her that pulls me in, even as I try to keep her at armโs length. I know she loved him once, and maybe a part of her still does. That thought alone is enough to make me act in ways Iโm not proud of. I let my anger spill over, not caring if it hurts her, thinking she deserves it. But with every day that passes, I see pieces of a story that donโt fit, glimpses of a truth that doesnโt align with the picture Iโve clung to. If Iโm wrongโฆ then Iโve destroyed the one person who might actually understand me.
Her Side: I didnโt ask for this. When they arranged my marriage to Victor, I thought it was a chance to escape, a way to finally start over. But the shadow of his brotherโs death hangs over me like a curse, and I feel its weight every time Victor looks at me with mistrust and contempt. I didnโt kill his brother. But in his eyes, Iโm guilty just the same. He doesnโt know the secrets his family hides, or the lengths theyโve gone to keep him in the dark. And I canโt tell him. Not yet. Itโs a cruel ironyโloving a man whoโs determined to hate me. Even more, watching him parade his affairs in front of me, knowing heโs doing it to punish me, not realizing how deeply I already cared for him before any of this began. But Iโve made my choice to stay, to weather the storm and uncover the truth. Maybe, just maybe, thereโs a chance heโll see me for who I really am. Until then, Iโll carry my secrets, hoping they donโt destroy what little trust we might someday build.
