Seraphina’s POV
The closer I got to the balcony, the louder his voice became. It echoed through the stone arches of the estate like something wild, something feral. Something desperate.
“SERAPHINA! OPEN THIS DAMN GATE!”
My heart thudded so hard I felt it in my teeth. I clutched the railing with sweaty palms as I stepped onto the viewing balcony. Damian stood beside me like a silent shield. My grandmother on the other side was cold, composed, unbothered by the chaos below.
But me?
My knees felt weak. My stomach twisted. My breath trembled.
Because there he was.
Julian.
My husband.
My nightmare.
Standing outside the iron gates in a wrinkled suit, hair disheveled, eyes blazing with fury. He looked nothing like the polished CEO he pretended to be. His tie was loose, his shirt half-un
