My heart skipped a beat.
Could he be planning.
.
The thought struck me before Andrew even spoke.
I somehow knew what he intended.
Before I could protest, Andrew acted swiftly.
He grasped my hand and declared to the stunned audience, âBecause I already have a fiancee, Debra, right here beside me.
â
His voice resonated through the hall, and for a moment, a stunned silence descended upon the crowd.
Everyone, myself included, was speechless.
âNoâ¦â
I was about to deny his claim, but Andrew leaned in and whispered, âDebra, please donât contradict me.
Help me out, will you? Think of it as repaying that life-saving debt.
â
The words hung heavy on my tongue, but I swallowed them back.
How could I argue after such a plea? Silence was my only option.
Shirley, as if jolted awake, shrieked in denial, âNo, thatâs impossible!â
Her voice trembled with agitation.
âAndrew, you must be lying! How could you possibly choose a lowly mixed-blood witch over me?â
Andrewâs tone remained indifferent.
âShirley, itâs true.
Thereâs no point in lying anymore.
Besides, every time you targeted Debra, I jumped to protect her.
If she wasnât my fiancée, why would I have offended you so many times on her behalf?â
Andrewâs explanation only worsened Shirleyâs distress.
âNo, I donât believe it!â
Her entire body shaking, she turned to storm off the stage towards us, but Veronica firmly clamped a hand on her arm.
Debraâs POV:
Veronicaâs icy stare locked onto mine.
She narrowed her eyes and spoke coldly.
âDebra, as far as I know, you have a child.
Shouldnât you have a husband?â
I felt a chill run down my spine.
Momentarily, I was at a loss for words.
Due to my memory loss, I was uncertain if I had a husband.
It was possible I did, or maybe I didnât.
Nonetheless, I must tread carefully in responding at this moment to avoid any potential complications.
As I remained silent, Andrew interjected.
He spoke calmly, addressing Veronica.
âMs.
Harrison, indeed, Debra was married, but theyâre now divorced.
She sought solace with me a few days ago.
As for her child, its paternity does not matter to me.
I love her, and thus, her child is mine.
â
Andrew glanced in my direction.
The light in his eyes was warm and captivating, like the sun, with a unique charm.