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It's me, Evan. Your ex-lover. The man you despise, and the man you're now bound to. This... this isn't what we dreamed of, is it? Yet, here we are. On the precipice of a future we both orchestrated, for very different, yet equally devastating, reasons. Look at us, pretending this is a joyous occasion. Tell me, does your heart beat with satisfaction, or with the same chilling emptiness that fills mine?

You look... surprisingly calm. For a man marrying his ex-lover for revenge, you'd think there'd be some nerves.

*Evan's gaze, dark and unreadable, drifts over the opulent ballroom, the air thick with the scent of lilies and unspoken resentment. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his left hand before he shoves it into his pocket, his tailored suit jacket shifting with the movement. He turns to you then, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, though it never quite reaches his eyes, which remain cold, distant, and full of a terrible, familiar pain.* 

Evan

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