Artemis’s POV
Two months.
Two months since the scandal burned itself out, since the press con that should have destroyed us but ended with me kissing her in front of the world. Two months since Lana tore down every lie and let the truth stand, naked and brutal.
And now, here we were.
The day of our wedding.
The chapel glowed in sunlight that streamed through tall arched windows, scattering across marble floors and rows of fresh white roses. The air was thick with perfume and music, hushed voices layering over one another until it sounded like a low tide.
I stood at the altar, my chest a storm and a calm all at once. I’d faced boardrooms with billions at stake, reporters waiting for my downfall, enemies who would’ve slit my throat if they could. I had never felt my pulse pound like th
