Rockwell let out a small laugh, the cigar between his teeth.
“She loves me too much. Even if she finds out, she won’t make a scene.
“I’ll take her away before she learns the truth. She’ll never know I was the one behind what happened at the wedding.”
In that instant, Solenne felt the blood drain from her body.
Her mind went blank as her eyes watched Rockwell climb into his car.
Soon, the Maybach slowly pulled away.
She couldn’t even remember how she got back to her bedroom.
All she felt was a heavy fog of confusion.
‘Why? Why me?’
She had poured all her love into Rockwell—knowing full well the scandal it would cause to fall for her future brother-in-law.
Even with the risk of being ridiculed and shamed, she had thrown herself in without hesitation.
‘I sincerely love him… How… How come he betrayed me after everything I gave him?!’
Just then, her phone rang.
An international number flashed across the screen.
It was Luther—her fiancé.
When she answered, his calm and deep voice came through the line.
“I won’t be able to come back to New York in time to help with the wedding preparations or dress fittings. I’ll only make it back the day before the ceremony.