𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

I didn't even realize when I ended up taking the wedding vows with Ihit. It was like a trance, a hazy whirlwind that kept me spinning until a sharp sensation brought me back to reality.

I froze when I saw Ihit slicing his thumb. Panic surged through me as I watched his next move, his bloodied thumb painting my parting red. My breath hitched, and I stood there, paralyzed, as his actions started sinking in. My trembling fingers instinctively reached up to touch the warm streak of blood in my hairline, but before I could process anything, Ihit's towering frame loomed closer.

His hand landed on my shoulder, firm yet unsettling. I opened my eyes slowly, only to find him kneeling slightly to meet my gaze. His dark, intense eyes bore into mine, holding a weight I couldn't decipher. I felt like a puppet under his control, unable to move, unable to speak. My mind was racing, trying to piece together the madness unraveling around me.

At 5'2", I barely reached his chest, while he stood tall at an imposing 6'3". The difference was almost laughable, but there was no humor in this moment-only an overwhelming sense of fear and confusion.

"I-Ihit, w-what did you just do?" My voice trembled as I barely managed to whisper.

"What did I do?" His deep, gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're my wife. I just saved my wife's life from those thugs. Shouldn't I have done that?"

His words were laced with a nonchalant arrogance, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Before I could react, he continued, his tone tinged with something almost mocking.

"And as for the wedding, what kind of question is that? Why did I marry you? We were already-"

"I married you again, Anahita," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You're mine now. You're never leaving me again."

Anahita. That name echoed in my head, louder than anything else. My heart sank as I realized what was happening. He was drunk. He didn't even realize who I was. He thought I was her.