Chapter 13

An engagement banquet? Whose engagement banquet? Adrian stood frozen, his ears ringing as the words sank in. Ivanna? How could it be Ivanna? She... She was supposed to be his wife. As he watched Wilson's retreating figure, Adrian instinctively moved to chase after him, desperate for answers. But a hand clamped around his wrist, holding him back. He then turned and found himself staring into Lydia's teary eyes. "Adrian, where are you going?" she softly pleaded. "This is our wedding. You can't leave..." Their scandal was already out in the open, and nothing could undo it now. At the very least, Lydia needed this wedding to hold her together—to make it all seem worthwhile. But Adrian was in no state to hear her out. He yanked his hand free, his expression hard and merciless. "Let go!" he snapped. "I need to find Ivanna. I need the truth." Lydia stumbled in her heels and nearly fell from the stage, saved only by Felix's steady grip. Quickly, Adrian surged toward the exit, but Felix