Denis's expression shifted instantly, his gaze locking onto the ring as if it were a foreign object.
Married?
His mind raced. He recalled her telling him that she planned to marry Augustine, but he had dismissed it as an empty threat, a desperate attempt to wound his pride.
Had she actually done it?
The thought sent a sharp, unpleasant jolt through his chest. He refused to believe it.
"No." He shook his head. "You're lying. You're only doing this to frustrate me—to make me get my attention." His voice grew more insistent, desperate. "You wouldn't just marry some random guy. You love me."
"She no longer loves you."
Both Anne and Denis turned toward the source.
Augustine strode toward them with slow, deliberate steps, exuding an air of quiet authority. His presence alone was enough to shift the balance of power, radiating a confidence that was both effortless and intimidating.
