Abigail stood still, her breath shallow, her heart thudding so loudly she could barely hear anything else. Edward’s words echoed in her mind—“my wife”—but instead of comfort, they brought a strange mix of warmth and fear. He had defended her. Chosen her. But now all eyes were on her, and she felt like she was standing under a spotlight she never asked for.
Chloe, on the other hand, looked like someone who had just been slapped by a truth she didn’t see coming.
Her arms slowly dropped to her sides. “You’re serious,” she said, almost to herself. Her voice had lost its edge. “You really married her.”
Edward didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
Chloe’s gaze drifted back to Abigail, and this time, there was no mockery in her eyes—just disbelief. And something else. Something that looked a lot
