Chapter 227

Chapter. Not a lifetime, but not a quick mistake either. She needed answers for those eight years. She could not let their story end without answers.

"Vincent," she said, her voice even.

He rose, turned, and looked at her sideways.

Hannah squared her shoulders and asked him, "Why'd you marry me back then? You didn't love me either."

A shadow crossed Vincent's eyes, and his brow drew tight at the question.

She waited for an answer. When he finally spoke, his words hung heavy in the air."At the time, it just felt like you were the right fit."

Hannah stood completely still, uncertain if he was simnply brushing her off. Anyone could see that Vincent had the money and charm to choose anyone he wanted from the high society. In contrast, she came from an ordinary background, so how did that make her a suitable fit for him?

Heat built in her chest. "If you don't wanna say, just say so. Don't feed me some half-baked excuse."

"I'm not-" Vincent moved a step closer, picking up on her anger. He swallowed, nerves tightening his throat. A quiet moment stretched before he spoke in a gentler voice. "Grandma liked you."

Hannah's whole body tensed, and her reply was quick and sharp. "So that's it? You married me because your grandma liked me?"

Vincent's gaze shifted away, landing somewhere distant. He gave a quiet yep.

Thoughts raced through Hannah's mind, and she began to understand what he meant by"suitable fit." His grandmother's approval made her seem like the perfect match, and that was all it took for him to marry her.

This wasn't exactly a shock, but she had never expected the reason to be so simple. It explained why he'd pushed for remarriage a few times, all for Sharon's benefit.

If she could see him now, she would be scrutinizing him, since she realized she might never have truly known him. He never seemed willing to open up or consider what he wanted from life. Even for something as significant as marriage, he prioritized his family's wishes. Sharon mattered to him, so her opinion was all that mattered.

As if double-checking, Hannah asked, "But what about you?"

A hint of confusion flickered in Vincent's eyes. "Me? What are you asking about me?"

Words tumbled out before she could stop them. "Didn't you ever wonder about what you want? What you feel and what you hope for. Don't they matter at all?"