“Diana,” he said softly, gripping my shoulders as anxiety filled his voice. “What happened? You look like you have seen something terrible.”
“I need to speak with you,” I whispered, my voice trembling despite every effort to remain composed. “Please, Benjamin. Right now. It cannot wait.”
He nodded without hesitation, guiding me toward a quieter lounge away from curious eyes and celebratory noise, his movements steady, his expression unreadable.
When I told him what I had witnessed, I expected disbelief, fury, heartbreak, or perhaps the chaotic devastation of a groom discovering unimaginable betrayal on his wedding day.
Instead, Benjamin listened with unsettling stillness, his gaze fixed upon mine with an intensity that felt almost unnerving.
After a long pause, he reached out gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face, his expression carrying a strange mixture of sadness and determination.
Then, to my complete astonishment, he winked.
“Relax,” he murmured quietly, his voice calm yet chillingly resolute. “The real moment has not even begun yet.”