It had been taken just three days after he left me.

Wren’s hands tightened around it. Then she looked at him.

“You never told me this,” she said quietly.

Callum tried to speak, but there was nothing left to say.

The truth was already louder than any excuse.

Then something unexpected happened.

Wren turned to me and said, “Thank you.”

And then—to him:

“I was never going to marry you.”

The entire room froze.

She revealed everything. This wedding? It wasn’t love. It was a plan.

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