The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

said. “I’m only returning what you gave me.”

Sloane’s voice cracked. “You said she couldn’t touch The Aurelia.”

Grant turned. “I said be quiet.”

The bride flinched.

And in that flinch, the fantasy died.

Not all at once.

But enough.

The screens changed again.

A final document appeared.

It was the agreement Grant had made Sloane sign six weeks earlier.

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