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

four years earlier, leaving Grant grief, silver, and enemies.

“Send Sloane my congratulations,” I said.

Grant looked relieved. That almost insulted me more than the affair.

He stood, buttoning his jacket. “You’re doing the right thing.”

“No,” I said softly. “I’m doing the elegant thing.”

He kissed my forehead before he left.

A performance of tenderness.

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