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

“Proof he cannot explain away.”

Martin said, “Proof she knew.”

Julian said nothing.

I turned to him. “And you?”

His voice was low. “I need you to decide whether you want revenge or freedom.”

I almost said both.

But that would have been too simple.

Revenge is a room you can burn down.

Freedom is learning you don’t have to live in the ashes.

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