Page 185 of Broken Destiny

Please, God,I prayed silently.Just give me one chance to speak to him.

Because today?—

before vows were spoken,

before promises were made,

before my world shattered completely?—

Caleb deserved to know the truth.

Arriving at the church,I stepped out of the car and walked beside Harper.

Garlands of white lilies and blush roses draped along the stone steps, their soft fragrance floating through the cool afternoon air as guests filtered inside.

That was when I saw him.

Caleb stood at the top of the steps, greeting guests, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that made him look devastatingly handsome. The crisp white shirt beneath it sharpened every familiar line of him, from his broad shoulders to the strong angle of his jaw.

Everything blurred, and all I could see was him—the man I had loved with every piece of my heart.

I forced myself to keep walking, climbing the steps slowly with Harper beside me, my pulse hammering in my ears.

The moment Caleb’s eyes lifted and met mine, he went completely still.

I felt exposed under that look, as if he could see straight through the calm mask I was trying so desperately to maintain.

We finally reached him.

I turned to Harper first, needing a moment to steady myself.

“I’ll see you inside,” I told him softly.

Harper nodded, giving me a reassuring smile before stepping past us and heading toward the church doors.

Then I turned to Caleb.

Up close, he looked even more breathtaking.

And that somehow made this worse.

I forced a faint smile, though my lips trembled slightly.

“You look handsome,” I whispered.

The words felt simple, polite, safe—nothing like the thousand emotions swirling inside me.

“So are you and Harper…” he began, his voice low, but his sentence trailed off, unfinished.

Something flickered behind his eyes.

Regret.

Pain.

Jealousy.

I couldn’t tell anymore.