Scarlett’s POV
I sat alone in the now-empty hall, my gown wrinkled at the edges from the countless hours spent standing, sitting, and trying not to collapse under the weight of betrayal. The music had long stopped. The chatter of guests, the clicking of champagne glasses, the staged laughter, it had all faded into silence. Only the soft hum of the venue’s air conditioning filled the vast room now.
I looked around, hoping, no, praying, that I’d see Jasper walking toward me. That maybe this had all been a misunderstanding. That he’d at least acknowledge me, his so-called bride.
But the room was empty.
Just like my heart.
Where was he?
I stood slowly, the heavy lace of my dress dragging behind me. My hands trembled as I clutched my bouquet, still pristine, untouched, like the love that
