"Sarah, congratulations." Simon stepped out and fixed me with a look dripping with provocation. "So this is Mr. Kaufman? Quite handsome. No wonder you skipped my birthday party for him."
Sarah's shoulders stiffened, the movement barely perceptible.
She turned to Simon, a thread of anxiety woven into her voice. "Simon, what are you doing here?"
Simon pouted and walked over, looping his arm through hers with practiced familiarity. "I came to get a look at your new groom, of course."
"Sarah, my stomach hurts. Will you take me to the hospital?"
Right in front of me, her brand-new husband, without an ounce of shame.
Sarah glanced back at me. "Roland, Simon isn't feeling well. I'm going to take him to the hospital. The driver will bring you home."
The first day after signing the license in my last life had played out exactly the same way. One phone call from Simon, and she was gone. I'd sat alone in the bridal suite all night, waiting like a fool.
Back then, I'd actually believed she was just looking after her little brother.
I nodded at them both. "Sure. Take your time. I'll manage."