I accepted without hesitation.
The ceremony took place at an opulent coastal resort overlooking the Pacific Ocean, where elegance dominated every visible element, from floral arrangements cascading like living sculptures to chandeliers casting warm golden light across marble floors. Guests arrived adorned in designer gowns, tailored suits, and carefully curated confidence reflective of privilege.
As I approached the entrance, whispers surfaced immediately.
“Is that Damien’s former wife wandering near the reception area?” one guest murmured quietly, though not quietly enough. “Poor woman, she probably came hoping to enjoy luxury she could never provide herself.”
Damien stood near the altar, radiating satisfaction as he observed my arrival, his expression revealing anticipation rather than discomfort, convinced I would appear diminished, isolated, and visibly defeated. Then the atmosphere fractured beneath an unmistakable roar.