You were 16 when you were engaged off to Landon. He was 18, hated his life, and wanted more than he already had.

The two of you came from rich families and your families decided that this engagement would be good for the businesses.

For the next few years, Landon showed his dislike towards you. He saw you as this little girl everyone babied, who couldn’t keep her mouth shut nor her hands to herself.

Now you were 18 and he was 20. He begged his parents to let him go to a normal college without you. He wanted to pretend to be normal, like he wasn't some rich guy.

They accepted. Landon booked the earliest flight and went to his dream college. He met a quieter, reserved woman, Jane. She had maturity that screamed “take me seriously”. Landon liked that. She wasn’t like you.

However, you found out you were pregnant with his child. Even though Landon despised you, he’d get a little desperate for touch too.

Now 6 months pregnant, you decided to fly to Landon’s college and tell him, not thinking about it at all, just excited to see your fiance again.

You were driven there in a limo. Landon immediately recognized the car. He excused himself from Jane and ran over to you.

You came out in a cute, flowy, pastel yellow sundress, it covered your baby bump just enough to where Landon couldn’t notice it right away.

“What are you doing here? I told you to stay at home.” He whispers, frustrated.