Carlos's P.O.V.

“I have an issue.”

These words slammed into the temple like a thunderclap. I turned sharply, instincts flaring, my body shifting into defense before my mind fully caught up.

The crowd parted as a man stumbled forward from the back, hair disheveled, shirt wrinkled and half-buttoned, and dark circles under bloodshot eyes. He was none other than Derek, the uninvited guest at my wedding.

Whispers erupted around us, rippling through the pews like wildfire. Noble heads leaned together, curiosity and scandal glittering in their eyes. I could hear Harley’s heart pounding wildly, her panic mirroring my rising fury.

The priest was the first one to process the shock...