The day that had begun with heartbreak was quickly transforming into something utterly unexpected. I stood there, enveloped by the warm security of Julian’s presence, trying to comprehend the whirlwind of events. Julian Croft—his name echoed in my mind. I didn’t need an introduction to know the significance of that name. The Croft family was legendary in our town, synonymous with wealth and influence. Julian, the groom’s elusive billionaire brother, had flown in from one of his many ventures across the globe just for Kevin’s wedding. And now, he stood by me, defending me against the family that had just publicly condemned me.
“Anna,” Kevin’s gentle voice reached me, pulling my attention back to the man I loved. His face was a canvas of concern and determination. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know they’d—”“It’s not your fault,” I interjected, squeezing his hand. “None of this is.”
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