Chapter 145

Shantelle’s POV

Ten years had passed since the chaos of my teenage years. I’d thought I’d left the past behind, but the scars still lingered.

My marriage had ended in divorce, a painful reminder that I’d settled for someone who didn’t truly understand me. The failure stung, but I refused to dwell on it.

Instead, I focused on rebuilding my life. My mother’s acting career had taken off, and I’d started my own event-planning business.

But on days like today, attending a classmate’s wedding, I couldn’t help but feel lost. The what-ifs and maybes swirled in my mind.

As I mingled with familiar faces, a sudden jolt ran through me. Across the room, a pair of piercing eyes locked onto mine.

Atlas.

Seven.

The boy who’d once shattered my heart.

Now, he stood tall, exuding confidence and success. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

How was this possible? What was he doing