My fiancé said, “Don’t call me your future husband.” I nodded. That night, I quietly removed my name from every guest list he’d made. Two days later, he walked into lunch and froze at what waited on his chair.

The garden room fell silent.

He read the engagement announcement first.

Adrian Vale and Mara Ellison have mutually ended their engagement.

His jaw tightened.

“Mutually?”

“You can object,” I said calmly. “Then I’ll release the hotel photo with the correction.”

A chair scraped against the floor.

Tessa, seated beside the investors, whispered, “Adrian…”

Vivienne’s gaze snapped toward her.

“What photo?”

I took the copy from Adrian’s shaking hand and laid it flat on the table.

Tessa covered her mouth.