The wedding was over. Just like that.
Marceline sat quietly in the backseat of the sleek black car, her white-gloved hands clutched tightly in her lap. The silence was suffocating. No groom beside her. No whispered reassurances or gentle brushes of fingers. Just her and the low hum of the engine, the only other soul being the driver who hadn’t uttered a word beyond “Yes, sir” to Cross’s cold command.
Her new husband had disappeared right after the ceremony. No photos. No reception. No goodbyes. He hadn’t even spared her a backward glance before striding out of the church, his footsteps echoing like gunshots against the marble tiles. Instead, he’d simply ordered the driver to “Take her to the estate.”
Just like that. Like she was a package. A burden. A task completed.
The city blurred p
