The room fell silent.
No one expected her to come back.
And certainly not like this.
Wearing luxury.
Standing beside—
Alexander Blackwood.
"Emily…?" her ex-fiancé's voice shook.
Emily tilted her head.
"That's my name. Didn't forget already, did you?"
Her former best friend stepped forward.
"You shouldn't be here."
Emily laughed softly.
"Oh? Why not?"
She glanced around.
"This place used to be mine."
The tension snapped.
Then—
Alexander placed a hand lightly on her waist.
Possessive.
Effortless.
"Careful," he said calmly.
"You're speaking to my wife."
The word hit like a bomb.