POV: Tristan
I hit my brother at the altar, and I must confess that I am not proud of myself.
It started as just a confrontation, but things escalated and I didn’t stop when I should have.
I f*****g lost control...
The guests cleared the room fast, and then it was just the two of us in a venue strewn with flowers that had cost a fortune and a veil abandoned on a chair.
I hit him because of the hallucinogens, the pregnancy test that is fake.
I hit him because I had spent seven years building an entire city for a woman, waiting with a patience that had cost me more than I’d ever said out loud.
And my brother had decided the answer to that was chemistry and deception and a wedding booked before she’d had time to think.
God, I hit him so bad...
He had deceived me and almost stolen
