Chapter 17 Trust Me

Louisa hesitated for a moment before finally placing her hand in Elijah's. His palm was dry and warm, a sensation she wasn't familiar with. When his hand closed around hers, it felt as though all her unease and fear were gone. She looked at Elijah, and for a brief moment, the scene felt strangely familiar, as if it had happened once before in another lifetime. It was said that every relationship carried echoes of past lives. Perhaps the person meant for her had never been Thaddeus. Of course, it wasn't Elijah either. This marriage was just a mistake she made. When Thaddeus saw Louisa, she was walking toward him in a wedding dress, her fingers interlaced with those of a tall, composed man. Step by step, she moved closer. At that moment, he was convinced he was trapped in a nightmare. Louisa was his bride. She couldn't possibly be standing beside another man. He rushed forward and grabbed her hand. "Lou, come with me. We're leaving." She pulled back. "Thaddeus, you should leave.