QUOTE : Tears roll down my cheeks. “Don’t cry, princess. You’re mine now,” Easton whispers, and he brushes them away with his thumb. He holds up my hand in the heat of the moment. “Charlotte Van Buren, my wife,” Easton says proudly, and the room claps once again. Wife. Charlotte Van Buren. Those two sentences make me realize I’m too late. It’s too late to run. Too late to hide. Too late to pretend this never happened. Because it already did, just like that. I’m married now, and my life as I knew it … is over.