William’s POV
Wedding’s eve,
As I stood before the mirror, my reflection stared back at me with a mix of determination and desperation. I was preparing myself for a mission I didn't want to undertake, but one I couldn't escape. Riley's words echoed in my mind, "Go to Tessa, William. Make her yours again. Use your charm, your wit, and your charisma to bend her to your will."
My eyes narrowed as I adjusted my cuff links, the silver glinting in the light. I couldn't bear the thought of Tessa, my first love, slipping through my fingers like sand. The thought of her marrying another man was a constant ache in my chest, a reminder of what I had lost.
I smoothed my hair, the strands falling into place with precision. I had to do this. I had to see her, to touch her, to make her remember the
