Page 10 of His Son's Ex

Then—

“That will be enough.”

A voice slices through the air like broken glass.

Low. Rough. Final.

The entire ballroom stills.

Sarah freezes mid-smirk.

And then I see him.

Stepping forward like he owns the ground beneath every foot in this room.

Him.

The silver fox from earlier steps forward, the crowd parting like they know better than to obstruct him.

“Apologize,” he says.

Not loud. Not angry.

Just… absolute.

Like gravity. Unyielding.

My stomach flips.

No.

No, no, no.

It can’t be?—

I start to tremble, because something clicks?—

A pattern my brain had scrambled to avoid.

The way he watched me. The way everyone elsewatched him.

From the left, a guest gasps sharply and whispers, “Isn’t that Dante Bellacino? The groom’s father?”

The world screeches to a halt.

My ears buzz. My vision narrows.

The groom’swhat?

No.

Fucking.

Way.

The man who just humiliated the bride on her wedding day?—

Who touched me like he owned me?—

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