Chapter 67

"What? Backing out now?" Wyatt asked with a forced grin. Delia pursed her lips and looked at him seriously. "Wyatt, I... I'm only committed to my husband in this life. I..." Wyatt chuckled, ruffling her hair. "What are you thinking? You thought I was still trying to tie you down in Redwillow?" Delia's heart was a mess. In her past life, she'd lived with Wyatt for three years. He looked after her like a brother, but she knew his feelings weren't that simple. She'd seen it in his eyes. Even when her face had been disfigured, he'd told her he wanted to spend his life with her. She never really understood why. That day, before she went to confront Isabelle and her family, knowing she might not make it back, Wyatt had said he still wanted to be with her, and she'd agreed. She'd told him, "Wyatt, if I make it back safely, then I'll say yes." Back then, she didn't think she'd survive-if not killed, she planned on turning herself in after dealing with Edward's family and Nathan. Either way, sh