Chapter 12

As soon as Damian saw the news headline, his mind went blank. He tapped on the article with shaking hands. There was a high-definition photo attached to it, depicting Cynthia standing under the sun in a simple white satin dress. Her face was angled slightly upward while Marcus had his head lowered to fix the position of her veil. He had lost his usual air of frivolity and was displaying a rare, focused tenderness. Damian felt blood rushing to his head. There was a ringing in his ears, and the world seemed to instantly fall silent around him. How was this possible? She'd clearly still been in his arms yesterday, yet she'd now appeared as a bride at another man's wedding. When she complained about him in the past, he'd always thought her countless threats of divorce were just empty words. It turned out that she'd truly given up on waiting for him to come around. As soon as the thought of losing her hit him, he was gripped by overwhelming panic and rage. It felt like his heart was