Callie POV
I had never known humiliation like this.
The Royal Cathedral, once meant to be the stage for my greatest triumph, had become my public execution. The memory of Hazel Hudson walking down the aisle in that cheap white dress replayed in my mind on an endless loop. The gasps. The whispers. The way the entire elite of our world had watched Asher turn away from me and stand beside her.
My wedding day ruined. My future shattered. All because of that slum girl carrying his child.
I stormed into my private chambers at the Voss estate, slamming the heavy door behind me so hard the paintings on the wall rattled. My extravagant gown, once a symbol of victory, now felt like chains dragging me down. I tore at the lace and pearls, ripping them off with shaking hands until the beautiful dre
