Maxwell left the donation center and instructed his driver to take him to the venue where he had nearly married Grace just days earlier.
In that short span, the once exquisite and vibrant wedding space had become chaotic. Flowers wilted in their arrangements, decorations lay scattered, and an air of emptiness radiated from every corner.
He spared no expense, hiring the city's top-tier event planning team, who immediately began working under his exacting supervision. He became utterly absorbed, micromanaging every detail with an intensity bordering on obsession.
"These flowers are crooked." He snapped, pointing at the jasmine arch near the entrance. "She was a perfectionist about everything. Redo them. Move faster."
His attention shifted to the aisle carpet. "This color is too loud. It
