Scarlett’s POV
I called Edward again.
No response.
I stared at my phone, willing the screen to light up with his name. I redialed. Once. Twice. Seven times. Still nothing.
A lump sat at the base of my throat, heavy and aching. Maybe he was still mad. Maybe he was heartbroken, just like me. Maybe he was trying to figure out how everything had gone wrong… how we’d lost each other in the chaos.
Or maybe he hated me now.
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
I couldn’t leave it like this. Not when I owed him an explanation. Not when he probably thought I’d betrayed him… that I knew what I was doing… that I walked down that aisle with his boss knowing full well who he was. That I was part of the game.
But I wasn’t. God knows I wasn’t.
And if Edward ever mattered to me, and he did, m
