I followed Anton Solomon all the way to the wedding hotel I had gifted him when we first fell in love. It was worth over a billion dollars.The massive words on the welcome board nearly blinded me. "Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Anton Solomon and Ms. Callie Lawrence."Beside it, a perfectly retouched wedding photo showed Anton in a sharp, tailored suit. In it, he was smiling brightly. He wasn't holding onto me, the woman he had agreed to marry on a quiet destination wedding today. Instead, it was Callie Lawrence, his secretary, who had just texted him about a huge project.It all clicked.No wonder he had said that work exhausted him with its fake pleasantries, and that he didn't want any grandiose ceremony when I brought up our wedding plans. All he wanted was a quiet destination wedding.It turned out that he had someone else in mind for the wedding photos, ceremony, and even the marriage registration.Before entering the hotel, I made a phone call, then settled into t
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