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AUTHOR’S POV
Vinicen felt his entire world shift as he sat frozen in his chair. The words echoed in his head, but they refused to settle.
Sloane is getting married. It didn’t make sense. Not after everything. Not after the way she had left, after the pain she had carried.
His grip tightened around his pen until it nearly snapped in half. He set it down before he lost control and instead dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly.
His mind, always sharp and logical, was failing him now, clouded with too many unanswered questions.
Michele paced in front of his desk, phone pressed to her ear. Her expression was tight with urgency, brows furrowed as she spoke in hushed tones.
Every few seconds, she shot him a glance, but Vinicen hardly noticed. His thoughts were spiral
