The next day, Damian's assistant called me.
"Raven, Damian slit his wrists in the hotel yesterday. He was rushed to the hospital and resuscitated, but he keeps refusing treatment. Could you please come talk to him?"
My brows furrowed slightly. Suicide? This didn't seem like Damian at all.
"Raven, have you finished changing into your wedding dress?"
Jude's voice broke my train of thought.
Our wedding was in three days. Right now, Jude was gazing at me with those pitiful puppy-dog eyes. I had no desire to be distracted by anything else.
Into the phone, I spoke coldly. "Damian and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Whether he lives or dies is no longer any concern of mine."
With that, I hung up decisively and turned to go take wedding photos with Jude.
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