Chapter 4

"...and his wife, Mrs. Vivian Sinclair."

The host’s voice echoed through the speakers, shattering the quiet of the grand ballroom.

Connor’s outstretched hand froze mid-air.

He stared at me. He stared at Everett. Then, his eyes dropped to the sparkling new diamond on my left hand.

A flicker of raw disbelief crossed his face, instantly hardening into arrogant annoyance. He still refused to accept reality. In his mind, I was throwing a childish tantrum he could easily manage.

"Vivian, what is this?" Connor hissed, stepping forward and completely ignoring Everett. "Did you hire Mr. Sinclair to act as your date?…