~PATRICK’S POV~

A GLIMPSE IN PATRICK POV:

The night carried on with laughter, music, and celebration, but I barely noticed any of it.

I was seated at the high table, next to Rosette, forced to smile as we danced, as we accepted gifts, as people congratulated us. But none of it mattered.

Because across the hall, wrapped in the arms of Alexandro fucking Castello, was Lauren.

My fingers curled into a tight fist, the glass of whiskey in my hand trembling slightly.

I never expected Lauren to move on. And not with a man like him.

Lauren had always been predictable, soft, foolishly in love, a woman who would wait...