NORA
Sebastian stares at the diamond on my finger. His confusion melts into disbelief, then unadulterated fear.
The doctor shifts uncomfortably. "Mr. Griffin, perhaps we should—"
"No." His gaze snaps back to me. "Nora?"
The lump in my throat swells until breathing becomes difficult. How do I even say it?
Congratulations, Sebastian. While you were unconscious, I married your worst enemy.
I let out a shaky laugh, struggling to process this madness. Am I having a nightmare? Because this feels a lot like one.
"It's... complicated," I finally tell him.
His face drains of color. To him, yesterday we were still together. I was still his. Marcellus Gregory was dead and buried.
A muscle jumps in his jaw. "Nora."
The way he says my name unsettles me. He probably thinks this is some cruel j
