Evelyn's POVPlease. At this point, I’d like to order a custom, diamond-studded coffin and climb right in.“Don’t you remember?” Sebastian slid an arm around my waist, pulling me neatly into his chest like we were the picture of a perfect couple.He leaned in close, voice soft against my ear—half teasing, half possessive.“He was at our wedding. You seriously don’t remember at all?”Before I could even process that—The temperature around us dropped.I didn’t need to turn to know.Julian.That look—sharp, cold, unmistakably annoyed. His gaze flicked to Sebastian’s hand on my waist, brows pulling together just slightly, like that alone was offensive.Wait.What exactly was he annoyed about?That I didn’t remember him?Our wedding had been packed. Not just guests—names. The kind of people who said things like “family office,” “trust fund,” and “foundation” before they even finished shaking your hand.I’d spent the entire day spinning through it like I’d been thrown into a human-sized ov
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