Didn’t matter either way.
That door was her way out, and Andie’s heart hammered against her chest as she picked her skirts up. How was it that even though she had only known Paul for a short time—
She only had to close her eyes, and it was just so painfully easy to envision every chiseled inch of his handsome face.
And when she thought of what she was about to do—
Just the thought of leaving him and never ever seeing him again—
Oh, how strangely unbearable it was!
Tears ran down her cheeks endlessly as she made her way to the door.
For better or for worse...
All she wanted to do was the right thing.
And while her reasons for wanting to marry Paul weren’t completely wrong—
They weren’t completely right either, and that...
That said it all.
I’m sorry, Paul.
He’d probably sue her for this, and she’d probably go to prison for this, too, but—
God wants you to know that He loves you...
She had made a choice.
I’m so, so tired of pretending.
She had made a promise.
And...and she intended to keep it—
I thought I knew for sure that this marriage was what You wanted.
Would rather leave—
But I just don’t know anymore.
Than risk marrying someone God hadn’t chosen for her.
Chapter Eight
“YOU LOOK NERVOUS.”
Paul’s jaw tightened, but he kept his gaze fixed on the door. The door that should have opened by now. The door that Andromeda should have walked through ten minutes ago.
“Don’t you think our friend looks nervous?” Wynd Sullivan directed the question to the man on Paul’s other side, his tone deceptively casual.
Devon Montgomery’s expression turned thoughtful. “Now that you mention it, he does look a lot less confident than usual.” He stroked his chin with exaggerated consideration, clearly enjoying himself far too much, and made a show of checking his watch. “Then again, Andieistaking a while to show up. She could’ve gotten cold feet—”
Paul was halfway to the door before either of them could finish the sentence.
Two pairs of hands clamped down on his shoulders, yanking him back.
