I stood in my wedding dress moments before the ceremony—until the man I loved called off the marriage, choosing his family’s judgment over me in an instant that changed everything

from war.

Inside the car, June took my hand firmly. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

I stared through the window as the chapel shrank behind us.

Inside my purse, beneath my lipstick and my folded vows, sat a sealed envelope from the Securities Commission. Beside it, a flash drive labeled Vale Holdings: Internal Transfers.

I had loved Adrian deeply.

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