My heart stuttered as I stared at the word. It couldn't be real. How could Cayden be married? He had promised me—promised that when I got out of prison, we would be together.
Trembling, I clicked on the links. Video interviews, news clips and even the footage of his wedding played on the screen. My hands were cold as ice as I watched the hour-long wedding video, again and again, trying to make sense of it.
The bride was stunning. She had the grace and poise of someone raised in wealth and privilege—a perfect match for Cayden. As they stood together, exchanging vows, they looked like a picture-perfect couple.
I froze the video on her face, my chest tightening as a nagging sense of familiarity crept in. I knew her. My hands moved on their own, typing another name into the search bar: [Nathan Grant.]
It didn't take long to confirm my suspicions. The woman Cayden had married was Nathan's daughter—the very same Nathan who'd played a part in sending me to prison.
My stomach twisted painfully. My breathing became shallow, the walls of the room closing in on me.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Cayden's number with shaking hands. This time, the call connected.
"Hello?"