Maya couldn’t stop staring at the framed picture.
Edward.
Vanessa.
Standing together beside a luxury car, his hand rested against her waist naturally.
They looked perfect together.
Powerful.
Elegant.
Like the kind of couple magazines wrote about.
Something sharp twisted painfully in Maya’s chest before she could stop it.
Jealousy.
The realization irritated her immediately.
Why should she care?
She was literally about to marry him.
Still, the image bothered her more than expected.
Edward noticed the change in her expression instantly.
“That picture shouldn’t still be there,” he said flatly.
His grandmother gave a soft laugh behind them.
“Oh please. It was practically a family announcement.”
Maya slowly looked toward him.
“You were engaged?”
“No.”
The answer came too qui
