Everyone stared at Asher, Lucy, and the woman who just kissed him—right in front of his wife, her family, and friends—at their own wedding, with hundreds of guests watching.
If there were a world record for the fastest way to ruin someone's most important day, this woman was definitely aiming for it.
She even looked at Lucy like she had no regrets. If anything, she seemed proud of it.
But Lucy did not rise.
Did not scream.
Did not march over and slap the woman down, as many expected her to.
Instead, she sat still, though her eyes showed pure frustration, while her sisters patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her, probably to stop her from flipping the entire wedding table.
A deep, terrifying silence stretched across the hall.
Every noble, every demon, every guest present could feel it—
She held herself back. Not because she was kind or understanding—let's be real, no amount of kindness could stop a wife from slapping a slut who just stole a kiss from her husband.
