My sister believed my Navy uniform would spoil the image of her royal-style wedding. So she removed me from the guest list, posed happily for the cameras, and acted as if I had never existed.

Alexander’s voice dropped.

“After?”

Rachel stepped toward him, raising both hands. “You don’t understand the pressure I was under. Your world judges everything—bloodlines, accomplishments, education, image. I just needed to be enough.”

“You lied to me,” he said.

“I loved you.”

“You lied to me,” he repeated.

The simplicity of it silenced her.

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