The Real Groom

“I’ve been thinking about this non-stop, to be honest. Anthony, where is he?” I asked a I cocked my head to the side slightly to show my curiosity in an exaggerated way.

Where is Anthony?

Does he even know that I’m locked up in this place?

Does he know that Bradon took his place and married me instead?

Is he fine with it?

I stared at Bradon as I kept a curious look on my face as I waited for his response. It felt like a storm was coming and I could feel it although I couldn’t see it. It was just a feeling, but I knew that I had struck a chord within him. Although his face still betrayed absolutely no emotions, I could tell that I had willingly wandered into forbidden territory.

“Where is Antony? I’ve been meaning to ask since I didn’t end up marrying him and he definitely wasn’t at our wedding or the reception after…” I asked while trying to sound completely innocent.

Bradon just stared at me as if he could literally see through my face. Perhaps in his mind, I had already become trans