The Price Of Us
I didn’t flinch.
“There won’t be a wedding,” he said.
And just like that, silence cracked.
He looked out into the sea of lenses and
judgment and leaned in, slower this time. “Because I already have a wife.”
A few audible gasps broke out. The reporters didn’t even try to hide it.
“My wife’s name is Anna,” Jace continued, glancing back at me for the briefest second. Our eyes met.
“We married quietly, a year ago. And yes, it’s her—the woman the media labeled a ghost. She’s real. She’s standing right here.”
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