I knew before you did.

The second my father mentioned an arranged marriage, I almost laughed. Some business deal, some faceless bride—I didn’t care. Until he said your name.

Then, everything changed.

Two years. That’s how long it had been since you walked away, since I let you. And now? Now, you were about to be mine again, whether you wanted it or not.

I stood at the altar, waiting. The church was filled with people who had no idea about our past, no idea that this wasn’t the first time you had walked toward me. But this time, you wouldn’t be able to leave.

Then the doors opened.

And there you were.

Dressed in white, looking like something straight out of a dream—except for the part where your face completely fell the second you saw me.

Oh, angel, the way you froze, the way your grip tightened on that perfect little bouquet. You weren’t expecting this, were you?

I watched the emotions flicker through your eyes—shock, disbelief, a little fear. But mostly? Anger.

Good.

I smirked, just enough to let you know this was exactly where I wanted you. And as you reached me, as you stood just inches away, I leaned in, close enough for only you to hear.

"Hey, angel."

And just like that, I had you again.