CHAPTER 4

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~ROWAN ~

It's been an hour since my breakdown. Luckily I've calmed down.

Dawson was sitting at the opposite end of the table, in the same booth as last time.

"I'm sorry that you had to see me like that.... I'm really not that girl who always wants pitty so, sorry."

"it's OK, just glad I was the one to comfort you."

Why is he so danm sweet!?

"I'm married."

"what!?" he spit his drink out at my words

"I got married today, that's why I came here."

"so let me get this straight, you got married, came to a pub, alone, in that clothes?" he asked pointing at my outfit

"well for one, I like this pub and two, I got married in these clothes so yeah dont judge ."

"congratulations!"

"oh don't sound so happy, I hate the man with everything in me!"

"then why'd you marry him?"

"why do you think. It was an arranged marriage."

"oh, sorry. Why do you hate him though?"

"now that is a story for another day. As fun as it is to talk to you. I need to get back to my husband so that I can get a beating for running out on the wedding."

"do you want to meet up again?"

This is a stupid idea. He'll be murdered if they know I'm sneaking around,but at the moment, he's the only one I can talk to.

"when and where?"

"how about next week Tuesday at 8, here?"

"see you then. Bye Dawson."

**

"where the fuck did you run off to Rowan!"

And here we go...

"I went to my save spot."

"so you weren't hurt?"

Why is he acting so calm? Something's not right.

"yeah, I'm fine listen I'm gonna go to bed. Im kinda tired."

"sleep tight!" something is definitely up.

As I try to figure out what's going on with him, I find myself dozing off into a dreamless sleep.

**

The next morning when I woke up, I immediately went downstairs to get myself a cup of coffee and there he was again looking down at his phone.

"morning" I mumble, unable to find happiness in seeing him so early in the morning.

"morning" he replies, waiting a second before continuing "Rowan, we need to talk."

What!?

"about?" I ask confused.

"about why I'm back."

Oh anything BUT this!

"you really don't have to -"

"just after I left, 4 years ago, I got married and we were happily married as well... Then one day she vanished, 3 months later they found her body. She was pregnant. After that I laid low for a while up until a year ago, more or less."

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