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Rubbing my temples, still groggy from my hangover, I snapped.
“I told you I’m not marrying you. We’re done! Didn’t you understand the text?!”
Liam’s bloodshot eyes flared with suppressed rage. Finally, he shut his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth.
“Change your clothes and come with me. I’ll forget this ever happened, and I’ll forgive you. Just this once.”
Forgive me? Did this man think I was desperate for him? That I couldn’t live without him?
I glanced past him at the groomsmen, whose faces ranged from uncomfortable to entertained.
“Liam Prescott! You’re the one who messed up. Are you here to talk about your relationship with Sienna Vaughn?”
“Leave! We’re over. Understand?!”
Liam froze for a second before his expression crumbled. The arrogance evaporated, replaced with a nervous, almost pleading tone.
“You’ve got it wrong. This is my fault. I didn’t explain it to you properly.”
“Do whatever you want to punish me later–yell, scream, whatever. But today’s our wedding. It’s the most important day of our lives. The guests are waiting for us. Let’s just go, please?”
His fake sincerity was laughable. The way he suddenly switched tones–one second arrogant, the next groveling–was almost impressive.
One of his friends, clearly feeling sorry for him, stepped forward.
“Sis, today’s not the time for this. Get through the wedding, and then you can settle everything however you want.”
Oh, Liam was trying to force my hand now? Fine. Let’s see who ends up regretting it.
I nodded.
“Alright. Wait here.”
I washed up, wore a simple dress, and left the house. I waved him off when Liam asked about my hair, makeup, and gown. His frustration was visible, but he couldn’t stop me.
Only William’s family and guests were present at the hotel. My friends and relatives had already received the cancellation message.
The guests‘ expressions turned from confusion to amusement when they saw me in casual attire.
A few older women couldn’t resist commenting:
“A wedding isn’t a time for tantrums, sweetie. Only Liam would tolerate this–anyone else would’ve called it off ages ago!”
“That’s right. With so many guests here, why didn’t she call it off sooner if she didn’t want to marry him?”
“Alright, alright, she’s here now. Let’s not make a scene.”
Mrs. Prescott pulled me to the main table, her demeanor warm and welcoming.
were so worried when we couldn’t reach you Danah Didliam unset you? Tellus and we’ll sort him out”
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Mr. Prescott chimed in, his voice kind and steady.
“Yes, we’re all on your side here.”
Liam’s parents were genuinely wonderful people. Marrying into their family would’ve been a dream–if only their son hadn’t been a cheating
coward.
I stayed silent, unsure of how to break it to them.
Mrs. Prescott mistook my hesitation for a lingering grudge. She patted my hand gently.
“Delilah, listen to me. Get dressed and made up first. I’ll make sure Liam apologizes properly later.”
“Yes, let’s not ruin such a joyous day,” Mr. Prescott nodded.
I sighed heavily, ready to explain the truth, when the heels clacking interrupted me.
Sienna Vaughn strutted in, wearing a striking red gown that hugged her figure. Her makeup was flawless, a stark contrast to my bare face.
“Am I late?” she asked sweetly, eyes locking onto mine with a pointed, provocative gleam.
“Congratulations, Miss Reese. Happy wedding