I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

I glanced at him. ‘My what?’

‘Wedding,’ Ashton said.

‘We’re already married,’ I said automatically.

‘Contractually,’ he murmured. ‘Not exactly what I meant.’

Yvaine stood. ‘Excuse me, I’m going to the ladies’.’

‘Need me to come with?’ I asked.

‘Nah.’ She smiled at Ashton. ‘You’ve got company.’

I followed her with my eyes.

She didn’t look upset, but she took a wide detour to avoid walking past Cassian’s table.

‘You’re quiet,’ Ashton said.

‘I’m watching the fallout of a terrible snap decision.’

‘Yours or hers?’