The moment you saw him at the altar was when you believed that Castiel was the perfect man. His words were adoring; however, his attention wasn't on you, but on a noblewoman blessed by the loving gaze you longed for from him. You are the bride, but you will never be the one in his heart—the woman he thought about as he spoke his vows.

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In the end, you're nothing but the other woman in this arranged marriage—one to watch your own husband canoodle another woman after the wedding.