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I pull back, shocked that he actually went through with it. When Silas told me that Eloise wanted a divorce, I was sure Mason was going to fight her on it.

“I don’t understand. That man is head over heels in love with that woman. I’ve never even witnessed them together, and even I can see that.”

Spinning me round again, Silas cups the back of my head with his palm. “Oh, yeah? And how can you tell?”

His voice carries a teasing inflection, and my toes tingle at thoughts of spending the night with him in the most glamorous-looking tree house with a panoramic ceiling.

“Don’t look at me in that way,” I pathetically plead, completely bypassing his previous question.

His eyes darken with burning desire. “Like what, Ves?”

I swallow thickly. “Like if I wasn’t already pregnant, then I likely would be by tomorrow morning.”

He tips his head back, laughing quietly. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in a long-ass time.

“Where is he now?” I bring the conversation back to Mason. “I haven’t seen him since we finished eating.”

Silas shrugs. “I think he called it a night, and I don’t blame him. He’s a mess, and a wedding is probably the last place he wanted to be today, despite him insisting that he was okay with being here.”

I hum my agreement right as the dance floor clears behind Silas, followed by a crash of furniture and a gasp.

It all happens so fast that I barely register hitting the floor or Silas as he lands on top of me.

“Holy shit, someone help Vesper. Now!” June’s demand cuts through the confusion before Silas is scrambling off me, frantically checking that I’m okay.

But with his back to the rest of the dance floor, he can’t see what—or who—I can, and an icy shiver slithers down my spine.

Standing only a few feet from us, Tristan has Kane secured in a headlock as he writhes around, struggling to break free.

I don’t know where to look first.

Is this really happening, or is the wedding already over, and my amazing dream randomly morphed into a nightmare?

“Are you okay, Ves?” Silas holds my face in his hands. “I tried to break my fall, but the baby …” His eyes drop down my body. “Are you in any pain?”

“No,” I answer shakily.

“Silas!”

Eyes wide with rage, Silas doesn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice that just screamed his name.

Keeping his back to Kane, my boyfriend slowly gets to his feet and helps me stand, ensuring I’ve got my balance before he casually spins on his heel and tucks both hands into the pockets of his black dress pants.

There have to be at least forty guests still here, and most are open-mouthed, aside from Will, who looks like he’s ready to decapitate my ex. And then there’s Tristan, who’s wearing the smuggest smile as Kane continues his futile efforts to break free.

My eyes settle on the wedding planner, Chloe, who is frantically talking on the phone, likely with security.

Silas takes a couple of steps toward his brother, leaning down so they’re face-to-face. “Why are you here, Kane?”

He just scowls at Silas, spitting once on the floor before he smiles at me. His eyes drop to my stomach, and Silas grabs him by the throat.

“Let go of him, Tris. I got it from here.”

Releasing his grip, Tristan takes a pace backward and stands next to June, who says something to him behind one hand.

“Why are you here?” Silas repeats, enunciating each word this time.

“I had to see it for myself,” Kane sputters out and then glances at Will. “Your guests should really be careful what they post on social media. One story featuring the venue in the background and that shit sure gets around the internet fast.”