“If you’re going to interrupt my wedding, at least have the decency to tell me why.”

“You know why I’m interrupting. God, you’re not going to claim some sort of mistaken identity, are you? Or that you have a twin brother?”

“I assure you, the only person making a ridiculous spectacle of themselves is you, Miss...?” Another hushed murmur went through the crowd, as if they weren’t used to hearing this timbre. As if this version of the man who was familiar to her was a stranger to them.

Could it be? Surely not...? Surely, this man who could raise and raze dynasties at will hadn’t taken leave of his faculties? It was unconscionable.

But then it would also explain every second of his absence. Would explain the complete vanishing act. Would explain why the man she’d never dreamed would walk away from the one thing he treasured most—his beloved company—had abandoned it so conclusively and entirely.

“My name is Imogen Callahan Diamandis. Yours is Zephyr Diamandis. And in case you’re still confused, I’m your wife!”