Colton’s POV
I stared at the engagement photos on my phone until the screen dimmed.
Venice looked romantic in the pictures. Golden light. Canal water glinting like polished glass. Carmen in a pale gown, smiling like she had just conquered a kingdom.
And me.
Kneeling.
A ring in my hand that felt like a contract instead of a promise.
How was I supposed to explain this to Sophia?
She should have heard it from me. Not from headlines. Not from curated captions written by a PR team who had probably drafted the announcement weeks ago.
I am a man who negotiates billion dollar deals before breakfast. I build companies. I restructure collapsing divisions. I predict market shifts like weather patterns.
But I had failed at the simplest thing.
Telling the truth to the woman I loved.
Yes, lov
