Liao, I'm sorry .....

Alexander adjusted Luciano’s red tie, his fingers steady while Luciano fidgeted anxiously. Across the room, Eros sat on his bed, eyes glued to his phone as he read Adonis' message. His heart sank.

Adonis was already at the hotel.

Eros swallowed hard. He hadn't wanted Adonis to show up—not yet. Not before the wedding. They hadn’t had the conversation about the past, not with everything that had been happening. He had been too focused on Luciano, ensuring his best friend's wedding went smoothly.

His hands trembled slightly as he called out, “Liao.”

His voice was uncharacteristically small, making Alexander pause mid-sentence about marriage life. Both he and Luciano turned toward Eros, curiosity flashing in their eyes.

“Liao, I’m sorry… I—I should have told you this sooner, but…”