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I just…

We…

He…

Fuck.

I step into the main room.

Griff stretches his arms over his head. His eyes meet mine. His lips curl into a smile. "Hey."

"Hey." My gaze goes right to the ring. "I… uh… I have to go."

"Jules?"

"To change. And, uh, shower. And… uh… let's talk later, yeah?"

"Jules."

"I'll just… um… I'll see you soon."

He stares at me like I'm crazy, but he doesn't try to stop me.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Griffin

All through my shower, my head throbs. Two bottles of water and a dose of ibuprofen do little to help.

When I pick up my cell, I give up on headache relief.

Turns out, we posted our wedding pics on social media.

The entire world—or at least all our "friends" and followers—know we stumbled into a wedding chapel.

Not that I stumbled.

I—

She—

Fuck.

I made her a promise last night. A promise I'm honoring. I want Jules in my life forever. But I want her happiness more than I want mine.

If this isn't what she wants—

If I'm clipping her wings—

No, I can't think about that. Not now.

The glow of the screen is making my stomach turn.

I shoot Jules a quick text.

Griffin: Are you okay? I have ibuprofen and that pink stuff that settles your stomach.

Jules: Does it always hurt this much?

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