YELENA

Two years after?!

What did that mean?!

I gripped the doorknob, my knuckles white, staring at Vivianne as if she had suddenly grown a second head.

The sterile smell of the hospital still clung to her scent, a stark contrast to the massive, shimmering diamond ring that now sat mockingly on her finger.

It looked out of place against her professional, stern demeanor.

"It's just a court wedding, nothing special," she whispered, her voice barely rising above the low hum of the idling ...