Trinity's POV: A Night Of Pain If you want to know who a man truly loves, don't look at his wedding ring. Look at who he shields when a lunatic opens fire at a charity gala.My husband chose my sister.The bullet grazes my left arm and leaves a white-hot trail of agony. I stumble backward into a towering pyramid of champagne flutes. Crystal shatters, expensive vintage bathes my skin, and the grand ballroom explodes into a chorus of wealthy, panicked screams.Bleeding from my arm, gasping for breath, I look across the floor. I call out weakly, “Julian, help me, please . . .” Julian Hayes, billionaire tech tycoon, my husband of four years, is panting and crawling on all fours, away from me.“J-Julian, w-what are you . . .” I mutter. Vivian is cowering on the floor about ten feet away, sobbing softly. Julian stops over her and begins to caress her face. He gasps, “Hey, are you hit? Are you hit?”“I think I sprained my ankle,” Vivian mumbles through tears. “My ankle . . .” Julian mut
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