Page 189 of Broken Destiny

Every fibre in my body told me that.

I felt it as clearly as my own heartbeat.

And God help me, I still loved her too.

My gaze followed her as she walked away, every step carving moredistance between us. I couldn’t look away, no matter how badly it hurt.

I didn’t care if Tatiana was waiting for me to walk towards her and take her hand. I stood still, paralyzed with what I had seen.

I did not want to go through with the wedding anymore.

It would be the biggest mistake of my life.

Please God,I prayed silently.Please help me!

The sight of Jiya’s tears dragged me back to the chaos of that morning.

Nothing made sense anymore from the time I had found out the truth about what my mother had done in the morning.

The mansion had filled within minutes with photographers, makeup artists, florists, and wedding planners rushing through the halls, preparing for a celebration that no longer felt real to me.

I barely remembered standing under the shower afterward, letting hot water run over me while questions tore through my head.

Should I stop the wedding? Should I tell Tatiana everything? Was I really about to marry someone while loving another woman?

The entire morning passed in a blur after that.

Greg and Simon helped me get dressed while cameras flashed around us.

“Do you still want to do this?” Greg asked quietly once we were finally alone.

Simon had obviously told him everything.

“I don’t know,” I admitted honestly.

Greg studied me carefully. “Then stop and think before it’s too late.”

“We can still cancel this whole thing,” Simon added. “Just say the word.”

I stared down at my cufflinks, unable to answer immediately.

“I don’t know anything anymore,” I said finally.

That feeling had followed me all the way to the church.

And then I saw Jiya.

The moment she walked toward me in that coral dress, something inside me tightened painfully. Her hair fell in soft waves over oneshoulder, and even now, after everything between us, she still took my breath away.

She wished me happiness with Tatiana as though she meant it, but there had been something guarded in her eyes that I could not quite read.

Even then, she had not defended herself.

She had not pleaded her case.

She had continued to let me believe she was the one who had destroyed us while the truth about my mother sat like a stone inside my chest.

Now, standing at the altar with Tatiana beside me, her hand in mine, I watched Jiya disappear through the church doors.