Letting her go...

Blood ran cold in my veins. With a drop of tear rolling down my cheek, I stood there frozen. My heart slowed down for a moment before it started pounding against my ribcage. My hands shook at my sides realizing who was standing before me.

Vincenzo Zolvesky.

The man I was running from was waiting in my own house.

My legs stumbled back, the cold doors hit my back, leaving me no escape.

"You…" Words stuck in my throat. "W-what are you doing here? How dare you come to our house!"

The side of his lips tugged upwards into a smirk. "Is that how you greet your guests, Miss. Brooks? Or should I say…Mrs. De Sylvano? That's the title Duncan De Sylvano used in that hospital after all."

Something dropped inside me.

H-how did he know what happened in the hospital? Did he…have someone to keep an eye on us? They were following us from the hospital?

That's how they knew we went to the wedding. It explained why his men roamed among the guests hiding their identities. They were waiting for the ri