I could barely speak.
“Why did everyone let me believe he was dead?”
Julian hesitated.
Then he looked toward the groom’s room.
“The man who died in that accident wasn’t Adrian.”
My entire body went cold.
“What?”
Julian explained that the identification had been based on Adrian’s wallet, watch, and vehicle registration. The crash had left the body difficult to identify, and everyone assumed the victim was Adrian.
But there was more.
Julian believed his mother had eventually discovered the truth.
And she had chosen to keep it from me.
“Why?” I asked.
Julian looked at me.
“She was afraid of what would happen if Adrian came back.”
I couldn’t understand.
“Why would she be afraid of her own son?”
Before Julian could answer, the music changed.
The wedding ceremony was beginning.
Everyone turned toward the entrance.
Then the doors opened.
And Adrian walked into the room.
