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

clean, sharp satisfaction in watching a man trip over the truth he buried.

But enjoyment was not the center of it.

Survival was.

“You made your point,” he said. “Call off Naomi. Call off the board. I’ll settle.”

“You already settled.”

“I was under pressure.”

“You were under consequences.”

His breath shook.

“She left,” he said.

I closed my eyes.

Not remorse.

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