Grace's POV:
Ethan's bridal car was parked at the fifth bend, a matte-black Mercedes-Maybach still streaked with road dust from the hurried drive over.
I lifted the skirt of my black wedding gown and walked toward it in my heels, one step at a time.
Behind me, the roar of Ryan's convoy grew louder and more urgent.
I didn't look back.
My bridesmaid Kayla Brooks walked beside me and lowered her voice.
"Grace, Ryan's catching up."
"Let him."
I reached the Mercedes-Maybach.
The rear door opened from inside.
Ethan sat there in a tailored suit, a document spread across his lap and a pen still in one hand, as though he'd rushed straight out of a meeting.
He looked up. The moment his gaze landed on the blood at my temple, his pupils constricted.
"Get in," he said.
His voice was calm,
