Chapter 83 Doubt

Daniel Anderson I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the glass of whiskey in my hand, swirling the amber liquid absentmindedly. I was conflicted. Confused. Ever since Alicia made that deal with him, things between us had felt... off. The way she talked earlier, there had been hesitation in her tone, like she was holding something back. And when I asked her about the wedding, she answered too quickly—almost too rehearsed, like she was trying to convince herself more than me. It wasn’t obvious, but I knew Alicia. I could hear it. See it. And it gnawed at me. At first, I thought it was just the stress. The media, the constant surveillance, the public expectations—it was overwhelming for anyone. But today? Something was different. And the worst part? She seemed... fine. I clenched my fists at the thought. Alicia hated Nicholas. She had made that very clear. She said she couldn’t stand him, that she couldn’t even imagine marrying him. So why did it seem like she wasn’t f