Jack returned to the church.
Leo didn’t leave. He leaned against the low stone wall, lighting a cigarette.
As the guests began to leave the church and head to the estate for the reception, Hunter and Tara emerged, hand in hand, their fingers interlocked.
Tara felt the warmth and strength in his grasp, which settled her nerves. It seemed he wasn’t upset by Leo’s earlier appearance.
Seeing them together, Leo extinguished his cigarette and quickly approached. “Tara!”
The bodyguards stopped him in his tracks.
Tara noticed his bruised face and the blood on his lip. Her heart remained calm, her gaze
indifferent.
Hunter’s voice was steady. “Mr. Carter, please refrain from harassing my wife.”
The word *wife* struck Leo like a dagger, piercing deep into his heart.
A cold glint flashed in Leo’s eyes as he growled, “If you ever mistreat her or make her suffer, I’ll take her back.”
!
Hunter let out a derisive laugh. “That won’t happen.”
Leo smirked with equal disdain. “Don’t be so sure…‘
“Leo!” Tara’s icy voice cut through his words.
})
“No matter what happens in the future, I will never get back with you. I hope we never meet again.”
Her gaze was detached, devoid of light, love, or even hatred.
Leo’s face turned pale, his jaw tightening. After a moment, he rasped, “I’m sorry.”
Tara’s tone was firm. “I don’t need your apology anymore.”
She turned and walked away, holding Hunter’s hand.
Hunter opened the door of the Lincoln for her, giving Leo a sharp, warning look.
Leo met his glare with cold determination. If Hunter ever hurt Tara, he would find a way to win her back.
