Elena's POV
The sunlight hit me as we stepped out of the church, warm and bright, chasing away the heaviness that had hung over us inside. My heart was still glowing, lighter than it had been in a long time. Justin was here. Beside me. For me.
I slipped my hand into his as we walked down the steps, ignoring the curious stares from strangers who recognized him, or maybe just couldn't help but notice him. With his broad shoulders and stormy expression, Justin Shawn was impossible to overlook.
And yet, for me, he wasn't the billionaire. He wasn't the feared man whose name carried weight in every corner of the city.
He was mine.
"Elena?"
The sound of my name , warm, familiar , made me turn instantly.
My heart skipped when I saw him. Jared.
It had been years since I last saw him, maybe longer, but his boyish smile was the same, his easy energy wrapping around me like a wave of nostalgia. His dark eyes lit up, and before I could even react, he pulled me into a hug.
