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erly elegance that had existed only moments ago disso

rs. Outside my guards searched for her fran

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th terrifying clarity. The rain that refused to stop. The sound of soil striking polished wood as her coffin disappeared beneath it. I'd stood there

th chestnut hair swaying gently as she walked toward me. I almost didn't recognize her. Then... Her eyes. God. Those eyes. She hadn't

d by something quieter... stronger. Then she smiled. Not

eginning stared at me, his face almost as pale as mine. Neither of u

the same thing since she'd walked through those doors. Fuck. This wasn't how I planned my day, this wasn't how I planned my life. I never wanted to wed for a sec

aring the wedding dress she'd spent months pretending mattered. There were no tears on her face. She

was alive this whole time, she didn't know that if I did, absolutely nothing could have made me stand here at this altar toda

father. Richard Carter. His expression was thunderous. "The ceremony i

er. "It most ce

he huffed "...and suddenly you're prepared

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woman was dead. We all saw the news." "And now

Blackwood?" Michelle visibly stiffened beside her father. Richard wasn't fini

ht was dead is very much alive and since I was never divorced therefore I cannot in good faith, marry y

low breath, she gave me a small smile before stepping back. The drive back to the penthouse passed in complete silence as Ethan followed me inside. Neither of us spoke as the elevator climbed toward the privat

llow, and walked toward my study. The locked drawer waited exactly where I'd left it. The key turned. Inside rested the brown envelope. My fingers lingered over it. Ethan sighed. "You still keep it." "I need to." I emptied the contents across the desk. Bank records. Security reports Photographs. Every piece of evidence pointed toward the same conclusion. Sara had been meeting Victor Blackwood. My uncle. The man who had spent years trying t

in her voice. I've come back to finish what you started. "She thinks I tried to kill