The morning after the wedding, sunlight poured through the hotel curtains like it was mocking me. Mark slept soundly beside me, one arm draped over my waist. His breathing was steady and peaceful. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my body still buzzing from last night. Carter’s words kept echoing in my head. The way his thumb had felt against my lip. The heat of him pressed against me on that terrace.

I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. Felt his hand on my waist. I squeezed my thighs together under the sheets, ashamed at how quickly my body responded. Mark stirred,...