"That someone has your heart?" I murmured, a bittersweet smile gracing my lips as I watched the color drain from his face. A knot formed in my throat, the words catching as I anticipated his reaction. He was undoubtedly wondering how I knew, the secret I had kept locked away for so long. "Ho-how do-do you know?" he stammered, the question escaping his lips in a hushed, almost broken tone. His voice, once so strong and sure, now wavered with a vulnerability I hadn't seen in years. I averted my gaze, gathering my composure before meeting his eyes again, forcing a smile that felt brittle and fragile. "Your eyes, Garv. Your eyes told me everything. The moment you hesitated to slide the ring onto my finger, I saw it all." The memory of that moment flooded back, the weight of his unspoken emotions palpable as he placed the ring on my finger, his thoughts elsewhere, occupied by her.