There was no place for him here.
Not even a peripheral glance was spared for him.
He watched in silence as the other man slipped the ring onto her finger. A shower of colorful ribbons and rose petals rained down, and in their midst, Annabelle Linton looked impossibly beautiful.
In a corner, unnoticed by anyone, Leona Grant's vision grew blurry as a film of moisture veiled his eyes.
From the corner of his eye, a single tear slid down in silence.
He turned and walked away decisively, not allowing himself a single moment to linger.
He'd thought about rushing up to grab Annabelle Linton and screaming to everyone that this woman was his. That they had been married, made love, and had once loved each other.
But seeing the rare warmth that softened her usually indifferent features... he couldn't bring himself to ruin it.
'Hasn't it been half a year since I've seen her smile this happily?'
