Nate watched the black car disappear down the long driveway, taking the newlyweds toward their honeymoon destination. The fairy lights strung through the winter garden cast a golden glow that should have felt romantic. Instead, it illuminated the vast emotional distance between him and the woman who stood twenty feet away, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

His wife. For now. And if he didn’t pull this off, she would soon be his ex-wife.

Prue was making polite conversation with Faith, her ...