That Winter, Love Stood Still
Language: en
It had been five years since Rovan Ross and I had torn our lives apart. And now, we were standing in the same room, guests at a mutual friend’s wedding. Our gazes locked for a fraction of a second, a spark of recognition in the crowded hall, before we both flinched away. A silent, mutual agreement to pretend we were strangers. Later, after the reception, Kate, the bride and my dear friend, leaned against me, flushed with champagne and joy. She gestured subtly toward Rovan. “You know,” she slurred softly, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, “after you left, every single woman he dated…