Liliana’s pupils contracted. She shot to her feet, slamming her hands on the table, her reaction sharp and visceral. “I refuse!” she cried out. “I won’t marry you! I want to end the engagement!”
Her chest heaved with emotion, her eyes turning red. To Linton, she looked like a cornered animal, her distress just another form of a tantrum, another plea for attention, even if that wasn’t her intent.
Linton’s voice softened slightly. “Be good, Liliana. Don’t make a scene. This is a family dinner.”
He was reminding her to behave in front of his grandfather. Privately, she could rage all she wanted, but not here.
Suddenly, a profound sense of powerlessness washed over Liliana. It was always like this. Why could he never see her pain or hear her words? Why did he always dismiss her as a child throwing a fit, someone to be placated with a few empty words until the storm passed? He had never once taken her feelings seriously.
She felt like she was screaming into a void. She could talk until she was blue in the face, and he would never understand. Their perceptions of each other were fundamentally different. A relationship like that was doomed. The longer they dragged it out, the more painful it would become for both of them.
Liliana closed her eyes, a bitter smile on her lips. It was a shame it had taken her this long to realize such a simple truth. Why hadn’t she seen it sooner?

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