Leo couldn’t hear the murmurs around him or feel the countless eyes on him.
All he saw was her–the woman in the stunning, elegant wedding gown.
When she turned, her expression startled, it was like a bolt of lightning struck him.
It was Tara.
It was really her.
“Tara!” he shouted, surging forward, his hand outstretched to grab her arm.
Joe quickly stepped in, tears of both sorrow and protectiveness in his eyes as he shielded his daughter. “Stop!”
Security immediately moved in, burly and efficient, pinning Leo down without hesitation.
Every head turned toward the commotion, faces filled with shock, curiosity, and disdain.
Leo struggled against the guards, his normally composed gaze now filled with desperation as he locked eyes with Tara
“Tara! Don’t marry him. Forgive me please!”
Tara’s initial shock faded quickly, her demeanor turning calm and composed.
“Mr. Carter,” she said coolly. “We’ve already broken up and that was your decision. Please respect me and my wedding. Don’t cause a scene.
Leo’s eyes reddened, his composure crumbling further.
If he had any dignity left, he would have offered a polite congratulations and quietly observed
the ceremony.
But he couldn’t.
He didn’t care about dignity or appearances. He only cared about Tara.
His voice cracked as he pleaded, “I regret it. I love you, Tara. I don’t want to break up anymore.
“I know I hurt you. I doubted you, didn’t trust you. I was wrong, Please… give me another chance.”
Tara’s tone was unwavering. “No. I don’t love you anymore.”
Hunter stepped forward, his hand slipping into Tara’s, his sharp gaze fixed on Leo. “Mr. Carter, did you hear that clearly?”
Leo glared at Hunter, his jaw clenched tight, but he didn’t respond.
Hunter turned to the guards. “If Mr. Carter can’t behave, remove him.”
