Maya's POV

Every eye in the room seemed to turn toward me for a moment. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, my face burning with shame and rage.

The doors at the far end of the hall opened, and the brothers entered in formal procession. They were dressed in matching dark suits, their hair perfectly styled, their faces radiating confidence and happiness. They looked like they belonged in a magazine, not like men who were betraying their true mate.

Stephen led the procession, his ...