For just a second, her smile faltered. Barely noticeable, but he caught it.
She quickly recovered, lips curling upward in a forced display of calm.
“Trust me, I would,” she said, lowering her voice like it was a secret just between them. “But it turns out... he’s an ex to your woman. I bet you already know that by now, don’t you?”
Darius didn’t blink. He had known. Cassandra had told him the truth, or most of it. And what she hadn’t said, he had seen in Evan’s eyes. The way his nephew looked at her still, like he was trying to rewrite history with a single glance.
But Darius didn’t care for old flames. What bothered him more was the possibility that Evan hadn’t let go, and worse, that Lyria knew it.
“None of that matters now,” he said evenly. “He has chosen to marry you.”
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