Page 167 of Broken Destiny

Greg probably knew it too, but didn’t want to say anything. Heknew everything about me—especially the last couple of months with Jiya—things my family didn’t know anything about yet.

Was I doing the right thing by getting married to Tatiana? Was I in love with her at all? Was it fair to her?

The church ceremony was going to take place at 4 p.m.

Four hours.

That was all the time left before my life changed forever.

I walked downstairs to the dining room and saw my siblings and their families scattered around. Children ran between the chairs, while adults spoke in hushed, excited tones.

The house had been transformed overnight.

White and blush floral arrangements lined the staircase railing, their soft petals cascading down the banister like a ribbon of celebration. Elegant ribbons and delicate fairy lights had been woven around the pillars in the foyer, casting a warm glow across the polished floors. Crystal vases filled with roses and lilies sat on every surface, their fragrance drifting gently through the rooms.

A long table near the entrance held neatly stacked welcome bags for guests, each tied with a satin bow bearing my initials and Tatiana’s. Garlands framed the doorways, and a banner announcing the wedding hung proudly above the main hall, fluttering slightly whenever someone passed beneath it.

Everything looked perfect.

Everything looked ready for a beautiful future.

And yet, inside me, nothing felt right.

After greeting my siblings and their spouses, I bit into a pastry and poured myself some coffee. The sweetness clung unpleasantly to my throat while the bitterness of the coffee coated my tongue.

“Where’s Mum?” I asked.

“She just left for a last-minute errand,” Sophia said. “She should be back soon.”

“Okay,” I replied, taking another sip of coffee.

My phone buzzed at that moment.

It was a message from Tatiana.

“I’m just going to head to Mum’s office to get the schedule Tatianaleft for me,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I need to follow the timeline, she says.”

They all chuckled.

I finished my pastry, gulped my coffee, and headed to my mother’s office.

It was next door to my father’s office on the other side of the house.

Entering the office, I walked over to the table.

Rummaging through her papers, I found the schedule.

Something caught my eye.

I saw a photograph sticking out from a pile of folders to the right.

The edge of the paper peeked out just enough to draw my attention.

Frowning, I pulled it free.

It was a picture of Jiya’s letter.

My fingers stilled.