"Arrangement?" My voice cracked. "We've been courting for three years, and now it's an arrangement?" "You're being dramatic." "Dramatic?" I snapped. "You've been distant, cold and now you tell me it's over? Are you truly leaving me for her?" He folded his arms, eyes sharp and distant. "She's not just anyone. She's my future wife. And you will respect that." The words struck like ice through my chest. My breath caught. "Wife? When did you propose? When... how..."