Across the glittering ballroom of the Elara estate, where crystal chandeliers dangled like frozen fireworks and the air hummed with the murmur of elite conversations, Colden Frost stood by a marble pillar, nursing a glass of scotch. The party was in full swing—Elara's twenty-fifth birthday extravaganza, a lavish affair dripping with opulence. Designer gowns swirled on the dance floor, laughter echoed from clusters of socialites, and waiters glided through the crowd with trays of caviar and champagne. But Colden's attention wasn't on the festivities. His sharp, dark eyes were fixed on a small group near the dessert table, where his wife, Layla, was ensnared in what he recognized as a calculated ambush.Elara had orchestrated it perfectly, or so she thought. Playing the gracious hostess, she had looped her arm through Layla's earlier, cooing about how "delighted" she was to finally meet Colden's new bride. "You must come say hello to my dearest friends," Elara had said, her voice syr
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