I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother
He placed a hand firmly on the small of my back, guiding me toward the sofa.
We sat down. Damian sat close to me, his thigh pressing against mine. The sudden warmth of his body made my breath hitch, but I kept my face completely natural. He reached down and casually took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. His hand was warm now.
"Let's jump right into it," Sandra said, activating her recording device. "The internet is flooded with speculation. Your wedding was incredibly sudden, barely three days ago, with absolutely no guests. Many are saying this is a marriage of convenience, or perhaps something even more scandalous given your history, Lila."