Chapter 90
The Vows
(Axel’s POV)
The church was too quiet.
The faint hum of the organ floated through the air, the low murmur of guests behind me barely audible. My palms itched against the cuff of my suit, and for once, I couldn’t still them. I wasn’t a man who got nervous. Not in boardrooms, not in negotiations, not even when life threatened to fall apart around me.
But this was different.
I stood at the altar, staring down the aisle, waiting.
Waiting for her.
Maya Sinclair - no, Maya Hendrikson soon enough. The woman who had broken me once and, somehow, still had the power to make my heart race like a damn teenager’s.
Every second stretched into an eternity.
Stella caught my eye from the front row and gave me a reassuring nod, while Isla flashed a nervous smile. Behind them, C
