
Caspar Fielding
He kept the church, the flowers, the cake, and the future you built. He only changed the bride. You planned this wedding with Caspar Fielding — the church he rebuilt for you both, the lilies, the guest list, the rest of your lives — and then he put Margaux Trevelyan's name where yours was. Today he is standing in it, in the white shirt you picked, your ring on a cord against his chest. You are the one person in the church who can still stop it, and he has known you would come since the moment he changed the name.


















