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SELENE God knew how hard I had tried to push it out of my mind. I had told myself to forget every word Irene had said. I had reminded myself over and over again that this was exactly what she wanted—to get under my skin, to plant doubt where there had been certainty. But no matter how many times I repeated those things to myself, the thoughts refused to leave. Every time I looked at Sebastian, the same question surfaced. What else could he be hiding? The second thought came right after it. Why didn't he tell me he met Irene? And then came the third one. The one that hurt more than the other two combined. Was Irene telling the truth? Had Sebastian really planned to divorce me? Had he been communicating with her before the accident? The questions spiraled endlessly through my mind. Had that been why he kept saying her name in his sleep? Was it because he had never truly gotten over her? Was that why he had hated me so much at the beginning of our marri

ASHLEY / JORDAN My chest hurt. It hurt so badly that for one terrifying second, I thought something was actually wrong with me. Like my heart had forgotten how to beat. Like my lungs had forgotten how to work. My fingers tightened around the stem of my champagne glass as a tremor ran through them. Around me, people applauded. They laughed. They cheered. But the sounds were distant. As though I had been shoved underwater and left there to drown. Everyone was smiling. Congratulating them. Celebrating them. But all I could see was Jordan standing beside another woman while his father announced their engagement. My vision blurred. Across the room, his eyes found mine. He was shaking his head. His lips moved. Trying to explain. Trying to tell me something. But what could he possibly say? What words could fix this? What explanation could erase the sight of him standing next to Ella Warner while an entire ballroo

SEBASTIAN I set my champagne glass down on the nearest table, my gaze never leaving Selene. For a moment, I simply watched her. The smile playing on her lips. The way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The unconscious habit of reaching for the necklace resting against her throat. God. I loved her. The realization still felt strange every time it crossed my mind. Not because it wasn't true. But because it was. And somehow, despite how obvious it felt now, it had never occurred to me to simply tell her. I drew in a slow breath and pushed away from the table. Then I started toward her. Each step brought me closer. She hadn't noticed me yet. Which was probably a good thing. Because if she had, she would have immediately recognized the look on my face. The look that said I wanted her attention and wasn't above stealing it from everyone else in the room. One of the women spotted me first. "Uh-oh." The conv

SEBASTIAN The moment the veranda doors slid shut behind me, I stopped. The music from the ballroom became nothing more than a dull murmur. Cool night air brushed against my face, doing absolutely nothing to calm the anger boiling inside me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Irene blinked. Then, to my disbelief, she laughed. My temper snapped. "The dress," I said, pointing back toward the ballroom. "Threatening my wife." I took another step toward her. "Showing up here and deliberately trying to provoke her." My jaw tightened so hard it hurt. "Which part of tonight made you think any of that was acceptable?" The amusement slowly faded from her face. "First of all," she said evenly, "I didn't show up uninvited." She folded her arms. "And yes, I chose the dress on purpose." There wasn't an ounce of remorse in her voice. "I wanted you to see that I can be just like her." She shrugged lightly. "Whatever Selene has done to confuse you..." A small smile touched

SEBASTIAN The front door clicked shut behind me. I stood there for a moment, my eyes instinctively sweeping across the living room in search of Selene. Relief settled over me when I spotted her purse resting on the kitchen counter. She's home. Thank God. I exhaled quietly and headed toward our bedroom. Halfway down the hall, something hard bumped against my shoe. I frowned and looked down. Our wedding portrait lay faceup on the floor. A knot tightened in my stomach. Why was it here? I bent to pick it up, brushing my thumb over the glass before setting it carefully on the couch. Something wasn't right. My pulse quickened as I hurried toward our bedroom. The room was shrouded in darkness. I reached for the switch, and the lights flooded the room. My breath caught. Selene was sitting on the floor beside the dresser, motionless, her back turned toward me. "Selene." I crossed the room, concern tightening every