Eight Years In Vain

Summary

When Mom issued her seventh warning about my “biological clock,” she gave a final ultimatum: marry Declan by year’s end—or she’d arrange a match upstate.

Declan barely looked up from his phone. “We’ll marry eventually. What’s the rush?”

I counted the years I’d given him. Year one: I gave up a London fellowship for him, only to find him sharing an apartment with a female colleague. Year three: I ruined a setup Mom made; he swore he’d propose, then ditched me at our engagement dinner to care for that same woman when she got sick. Year eight: Mom’s guards dragged me home; I fell in the mud.