Chapter 167

Maybe it was that one look—one glance that lingered for a lifetime. From that day on, I had a quiet crush on Jonathan. Yes, he was just as cold and aloof as everyone said. But the version of him I saw that night, distant, yet ultimately decent, made me believe there was something good underneath the surface. Who would've thought that, years later, I'd end up marrying him, and that my impression of him would flip completely. Thank God I only liked him back then. I never fell too deeply, never let myself love him with the kind of pure, wholehearted devotion he didn't deserve. I went quiet, lost in thought. Jonathan pulled me closer, studying my face. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I muttered, shoving the memories and the ache that came with them back down where they belonged. A sudden wave of regret surged through me. If I had to lose my memories, why couldn't I have forgotten him completely? Then maybe I wouldn't feel like this now. I took a deep breath, yanked my arm from his grip