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Talia stood frozen at the curtain, lost in thought. When she didn't move, Quentin called softly, "Talia?" She snapped out of it and forced a smile. "Okay." Quentin pushed her inside. Then he poured warm water for both Talia and Seamus. He was just there for support that night. Seamus was all business, pen poised over his notebook. "Ms. Stewart, how long have you been married to Mr. Lane?" "Five years." "Were you happy after getting married?"

Each trip left expense records, each one included transfers to James. Serena and I got married six years ago. Ethan turned five this year, and Noah six. While I had thought we were building a future together, she had long since built another family. The phone vibrated again. Liam sent another message: [There’s one more thing, Mr. Drake. The night you had your heart surgery, Ms. Serena was with James for his birthday.] … I stared at the words, and the world around me fell silent. I remembered every detail of that night.

she asked, looking at me curiously. "This is my wife, McKenna, wife, my granddaughter Roisin the unseelie queen," he grinned, eyeing us as we met. "It's nice to meet you, your highness," I grin and bow. Roisin chuckles and gives me a big hug and kisses my cheek. "My husband told me all about you, welcome to the family McKenna," she smiled brightly, making me laugh. "Can't believe you got this asshole to settle down, good on you," she grinned and Axis growled. She eyed him with her brow cocked and he chuckled.

She tapped her wedding ring on the glass, drawing everyone’s attention. “Thank you all so much for coming,” my mom said as my father went to go stand next to her. “As you know, this moment has been a long time coming, and we are all here to wish Ciara Quinn and Cillian Harkness the best on their journey to becoming husband and wife.”

I smirk as I look at her. "Mrs Kiara M Thakre, wife of late Mukul Thakre. An orphan, but then, Mukul fell in love with you and married you, but so sad, he died two months ago," I chuckle as I give her an idea that I know everything about her.

It's clear he's been trying to reach her. Glancing back at the news on the big screen, I see Micah's disheveled appearance in the pouring rain. It's quite the sight, and I listen as Fiona continues to mutter her grievances about her husband in my ear. I can’t help but wonder what Micah did to piss her off so much. Guess, I better find out. With that in mind, I take Fiona’s phone and make a call. "Hey, Micah," I say as soon as he picks up, "This is Kieran. You might want to get down to the bar. Your wife’s here, and she’s quite the sight right now."

Before Sean could ask, Edward said, "Mr. Hart, your sister is taking my wife to male strippers. Are you seriously not going to do something?" Sean was stunned. There was too much to take in at once. He couldn't even decide which information to react to first—the revelation that his sister had some sort of connection to Edward's wife or that she was apparently on her way to a strip club. Sean had seen Edward's wife last night outside the restaurant. He remembered that her name was Macie. At that time, he had thought that she was deliberately trying to hit on him. Alice had called her friend who took her in last night "May".

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

But I didn’t care if a fucking leprechaun ran down the aisle: I wanted to see Mari in that white wedding dress, coming toward me and pledging herself to me. The sounds of the cellist and violinist signaled the start of the ceremony. Our wedding party—Mari’s two sisters, Jacob, Niamh, Sam, and my cousin Lochlann Gallagher, a mechanical engineering professor at University of Ireland, Dublin, and who I’d reconnected with in the last year—walked down the grassy aisle with wide smiles on their faces. And missing from the wedding? Old man Gallagher. It wasn’t that we wouldn’t have invited him. No, he’d had a heart attack and kicked the bucket two weeks after Mari and I got back together.