Lennox's POV
My heart raced, and I didn't know why.
The moment my eyes landed on the woman standing beside Damien—his so-called new wife—something inside me jolted. Hard.
She was beautiful, yes. Striking, even. But that wasn't it.
That wasn't why I couldn't look away.
That wasn't why my heart was pounding in my chest like it was trying to claw its way out.
There was something… familiar.
Painfully familiar.
She stood there quietly, letting Damien hold her like some prize, but her eyes—those eyes—they weren't soft or smiling or warm.
They were guarded. Sharp. Haunted.
Broken.
And the way she looked at me…
No, not just me—all of us. Like she recognized us. Like we mattered to her.
I didn't know why, but I couldn't breathe properly.
My chest felt tight. My throat, dry.
For a moment, everything around me dulled—the voices, the silence, even my brothers standing beside me.
It all faded into the background, and all I could focus on was her.
