Chapter 13

The wedding reception was held at the Lyndon family's private estate, with security everywhere. Tristan used three fake identities just to get into the outer media area. At the end of the red carpet, Riley stood with her arm linked through Henry's, pausing for photos as reporters asked questions. One of them asked loudly, "Mrs. Lyndon, do you have anything to say about your previous marriage?" The entire place went quiet in an instant. Henry's brow tightened, and he was about to speak, but Riley lightly held his hand. She took the microphone, then looked calmly into the cameras. "I'm grateful for that experience because it helped me grow. It taught me that marriage isn't about being rescued at your lowest. It's about making a good life even better." Applause erupted from the crowd. Tristan stood at the very back, staring at Riley as she stood there in the light. His heart felt like it was being hammered over and over with something dull. Every word she said was a slow, deliber