I was still wearing the wrong woman’s engagement ring when Jacob pulled me into the back of his town car. Rain blurred the city lights as he handed me a glass of bourbon—neat, no sugar, just like he knew I’d want. 'You don’t know me,' I said, voice shaking. 'But you’re hurting,' he replied, his own eyes dark with something I couldn’t name. 'So am I.'\n\nThe chapel was empty except for the priest and a single flickering candle. No guests. No flowers. Just us, standing at the edge of a decision that would either save us—or destroy us completely.\n\nMy phone buzzed one last time: I made a mistake. Come back.