The ceremony was perfect.
Too perfect.
I stood beside Vanessa on a clifftop terrace overlooking the Aegean Sea, watching her exchange vows with the father of my child while a string quartet played and two hundred guests dabbed at their eyes with designer handkerchiefs.
Damien looked devastating in his black tuxedo, his dark hair slightly tousled by the Mediterranean breeze. When he said "I do," his voice was steady, confident, but I caught something in his eyes when he looked at Vanessa—something that looked almost like resignation.
Or maybe I was projecting my own feelings onto him. Maybe I was seeing what I wanted to see.
"You may kiss the bride."
They kissed while the crowd erupted in applause, and I felt something inside me shatter completely. This was it. He was married now. Off
