Chapter 3 - The Morning AfterThe oceanfront resort was a sprawling paradise of white stucco, manicured lawns, and infinity pools reflecting the brilliant morning sky. Security at the private gates didn't even blink when David flashed a badge and a corporate legal writ; they simply waved the Mercedes through.
We parked near the main courtyard, right beside a pristine white Cadillac Escalade adorned with metallic "Just Married" window paint and empty tin cans tied to the bumper.
My Escalade. The one Sebastian had been begging me to transfer into his personal name.
I stepped out of the car, adjusting my blazer. The crisp click of my heels against the paved stone walkway echoed like gunshots in the quiet morning air. A few late-sleeping wedding guests were lounging near the pool in designer swimwear, sipping mimosas and rehashing the previous night's festivities.
Then, I saw them.
Sebastian sat at a wrought-iron patio table overlooking the ocean, wearing a silk linen shirt and matching shorts. His hair was slightly tousled, and he was laughing lazily as a waiter poured fresh orange juice into his glass.
Beside him sat Alyssa. She wore a flowing white sundress that accentuated her early pregnancy bump, her bare feet propped up on an adjacent chair. She looked every bit the picture of domestic bliss—until she lifted her head and locked eyes with me.
The color drained from Alyssa’s face so fast she looked like a ghost. The glass of orange juice slipped from her fingers, shattering against the stone patio with a sharp crack.
Sebastian froze. He turned his head slowly, following Alyssa's terrified gaze.
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When he saw me standing thirty feet away, sunglasses reflecting the morning sun, his jaw went slack. The carefree, triumphant groom vanished, replaced by a terrified man staring at a ghost.
"V-Victoria?" Sebastian stammered, scrambling backward out of his chair so fast his legs tangled in the metal frame. He caught himself on the table, rattling the plates and silverware. "What... what are you doing here?"
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