Chasing his ex-wife back
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d rows upon rows of high-society guests, all dressed in their finest. The scent of luxurious per
was flawless
the faint sound of classical music. Laughter echoed among the crowd, champagne gla
sensed it. The unsettling anxiety. The silent cry stuck in my throat, desperate to bre
fingers, their once perfect shape destroyed in my trembling hold. My heartbeat raced wit
yone was watching me. Not when tu
voice echoed throug
ake Vanessa Philips to be
ine, firm, possessive, unyielding. His gri
y skin with a subtle type of command, as if he possessed
wavering, smooth, like someone w
nce. Smiling faces. Blinking cameras. The perfe
oat tig
e, staring into the void beneath, aware that
the
rese
e air, subtle
the weight of a gaze far to
e crowd of prominent individuals, beyond the stained gla
en I sa
uit. He stood at the far end of the cathedral, partiall
eath h
thin, the noise of the crow
uldn't
supposed
ough me, but I co
, piercing eyes, held me captive. Then, so subtly I almo
ent me
war
emin
parted slightly, but no sound came out. My min
w thos
w that
hat had once whispered
that had set m
had disappeared the nig
ane
. My gaze darted to Peter, whose dark eyes nar
, just a little too hard. The fain
take Peter Rodgers to be yo
stretched unb
rip turned
in the room
ldn't
n a cathedr
e me, both sides insisting I yield. One drew me into an alluring passion, a blaze that risked devouring all that stood before it. T
as meticulously planned to bring me to this point. The facade I had constructed over the years was flawless, unyielding
d y
rt scre
mind kne
Lifted my chin. Too
" I whi
ut, silencing the doubts tha
t as he placed the diamond ring on my
apturing my lips in a
because that's what
the heat of a gaze s
their expressions radiant with approval. My dad radiated happiness from the front row, his face glowing with pride.
ad gone accor
e shadow lurki
scanning the guests, my hear
was
e a
slipping back
p down,
wasn't
even
le, arm in arm with my new husb
anced
mes
umber: I m
to have you