“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his voice laced with dangerous promise. “Let’s give them hell.”
He squeezed my hand, his grip steady and unyielding.
“We get married in 2 days.”
The wedding was a very big deal.
Preston spared no expense. The ceremony sprawled across a private island, with white roses cascading from golden arches and chandeliers dangling from ancient oak trees. The ocean stretched infinitely behind them, the sunset staining the horizon in shades of blood and gold.
Zoe stood at the altar, her hair now a rich chestnut brown, her body subtly altered using makeup. She looks just like a goddess.
Her dress clung to her like liquid silk, flowing like water as she walked down the aisle, hand resting gently on her stomach.
Preston waited for her, his black suit tailored to perfection, eyes burning like he’d won a war just by having her stand beside him.
Because he had.
He slipped the ring onto her finger, his voice low enough for only her to hear.Preston’s eyes softened, the sharp edge of his smile fading as he stepped closer.
“I’ve loved you for years, Zoe,” he said, voice low but steady. “I watched you from afar, watched you settle for a man who never deserved you. And I hated lt.