His Regret Began at My Wedding

I was getting married.

But the man I had spent eight years loving had no idea.

Lately, Adrian had been completely absorbed by his new personal assistant, Julian.

She had appeared in Varano territory six months ago, claiming to be a distant relative of a long-fallen southern family. No one could verify her story, yet Adrian welcomed her without hesitation. From the very beginning, they seemed to connect effortlessly. Their laughter echoed through the compound halls day after day, as though neither of them remembered I was there.