Chapter 23: Manipulative B!tch
Michael’s POV
My decision was set and today was the first day of putting my plan into action. I stood at the front door of the manor. She was supposed to be here by now. I look down at my watch, watching the minutes pass by, and still no car in the driveway. Where the hell could she be? Did she stand me up?
Irritation slowly began to creep up on me. I was trying to be an adult by talking to her in person and explaining my decision. A taxi pulled up to the manor and the imitation faded. I was about to hurt her and yet I was the one irritated. She stepped out of the taxi, her brown hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail.
"You wanted to talk?" Jane asked.
Her face remained emotionless as she stood in front of me. I couldn't begin to imagine what she was thinking. Her green eyes were like daggers with not a trace of sadness behind them.
"I made a decision and I wanted to talk to you first. I know the plan was to get married, but I can't. Jane, I can't marry you."