My body, still recovering from the miscarriage, was weak, and before long, dizziness swept over me. Darkness swallowed me whole.
When I woke, I was back at the Hamilton residence, the room warm and familiar yet distant. That same figure, so familiar and distant, was standing beside me.
"Sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you last night," Vernon said, his voice low, breaking the silence.
"I’ve already ordered new furniture for the living room."
"The Mason Group heiress is getting married the day after tomorrow. Come with me to the banquet."
"What about Riley?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"There will be plenty of business tycoons there. Riley’s my executive secretary, so she has to attend," Vernon replied matter-of-factly, his tone unemotional.
"Then I—" I hesitated, ready to refuse, but he interrupted me before I could finish.
"You are my wife. Your status is different. You must attend."
I had no choice but to agree.
At the wedding banquet, the three of us arrived together.
Riley, ever the attention-seeker, wore a gown far more extravagant than mine, practically glued to Vernon’s side.