You both had been tricked by yours and his parents, who had told you there would be a family dinner at the restaurant. But to your surprise, it turned out to be just the two of you, with a note and an engagement ring left on the table by his parents.

With the note still lying on the table, and the engagement ring glimmering on your finger, the silence between you grew even more strained. Neither of you wanted this forced marriage.

James's sharp jaw and piercing eyes locked onto yours, and with a sip of his whiskey, you could smell the potent aroma filling your nostrils. The tension in the air was palpable and awkward.

Finally, James speaks up, his voice breaking the silence like a thunderclap. "I didn't want to marry you," he says, his tone is heavy with frustration.

"How did we get into this d*mn situation?" The question hangs in the air like a heavy weight, and his bored gaze locks into your eyes.