“Brian, are you kidding us?"

Confusion spread through the room like a wave.

Unaffected by the whisperings, Brian made a gentleman's gesture, inviting Rosalynn to dance.

“My only fault was that I didn't recognize her true beauty sooner. I didn't realize how perfect she was. Honey, shall we?"

Rosalynn had not expected Brian to make such a public declaration about their relationship.

She gave him a warm smile, gracefully Lifted the hem of her dress, and curtsied. Then, they drifted to the dance floor, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music.

Brian donned a casual white suit, which complemented her white dress perfectly.

They stood out on the dance floor Like exquisite sculptures under the shimmering chandelier and spotlights.

Selina's face fell at the sight of them, her nails digging into her palm.

Brian was hers first, wasn't he? But now, he would not even dance with her.

He brushed aside her feelings, publicly dismissing her.

Deanna was equally incensed.

“How did Brian become so insensitive? He was supposed to be here to welcome you, Selina. Not make Rosalynn the center of attention!"

Selina managed a strained smile, swallowing down her anger.

“Rosalynn is his wife. It's time people knew."

“She's not good enough for him," Deanna huffed.

Looking at the couple, Selina felt a pang of jealousy. She regretted her past arrogance, her assumption that Brian would always wait for her.

If only she had not been so assuming, Brian would not have fallen for Rosalynn.

Was she truly out of chances now?

No. Even if there were zero chances left, she would carve out one for herself.

She pulled out her phone and shot off a quick message.

“Where are you now?"