Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss
Game over.
But instead of the anticipated rejection, Giancarlo reached out—his hand brushing mine, sending a jolt up my arm as he plucked the ring from my fingers. The motion was fluid, deliberate, like he’d done it before—and then…
“I do,” he said simply, his voice steady as he slid the ring onto his finger with mad confidence.
My breath hitched.
“W- what?” I stuttered, dumbfounded. Even though this was my own idea.
“It's what you wanted, no?” A slow smile spread across his lips, not quite reaching his eyes. Something predatory flickered there, sending a shiver down my spine even as the crowd murmured around us in a low buzz of gasps and whispers.
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