~Miranda's POV~
The champagne flute trembled in my hand as I watched Jake slip the ring onto her finger, the diamond catching the light like a goddamn spotlight on my heartbreak.
Five years of my life, poured into that man, and here I was, front row at his wedding, feeling like the punchline to a cruel joke. His eyes met mine for a split second... guilty, maybe? Or just pity. Either way, it twisted the knife deeper.
I forced a smile, clapping along with the crowd, but inside, I was unraveling. Miranda Robert, the ex who couldn't let go, crashing the happiest day of his life.
The ceremony dragged on in that over-the-top ballroom of the downtown hotel, all crystal chandeliers and floral arches that screamed money. Jake's family had spared no expense... urban chic meets fairy tale bulls
