I couldn't keep going like that, so I retreated to my private room, the one connected to my office, and shut the world out.
Tomorrow… I'd do it.
Tomorrow, I'd be the one to carve into my own chest and rip something out of it. I'd stand there and hurt the woman I'd loved for years, tear her down in front of everyone, and still call it necessary.
For the better. For all of us.
That's what I told myself as I lay there, staring into the dark, forcing my eyes shut like I could bury the doubt along with it.
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After a sleepless night…
I'm standing at the altar.
Waiting.
The entire hall is packed, eyes everywhere, whispers barely contained, cameras ready. I arranged this. Every single detail. Made sure there'd be no escape, no way to soften what was about to happen.
And still… I can't keep still.
