David's POV

The evening of the wedding had finally arrived, draped in a heavy, cold fog that clung to the windows of the Lawson estate. For everyone else, this was the social event of the year. For me, It was more than just my wedding day; it was Mara’s birthday. I had spent every waking moment of the last few weeks planning a surprise for her—not a gift wrapped in ribbons, but the gift of freedom from the man who currently held her heart.

I walked into the room. My white designer's suit lay on the bed. The room was a hive of activity. A team of makeup artists and...