His tone was so smug, I felt sick.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you even hear how shameless you are right now?”
Danny whipped around, glaring at me. The disbelief in his eyes vanished in a flash, replaced by cold impatience. He tightened his grip and yanked harder.
I stumbled, crashing onto the pavement. My elbow scraped hard against the ground, blood oozing from the fresh wound.
Danny didn’t even look back. “You’re worthless. Not even fit to stand in Mia’s shadow.”
He was already speeding off in his car as I sat there, staring at the blood on the concrete. The sting in my arm was nothing compared to the weight in my chest. Tears blurred my vision, spilling uncontrollably.
“That bastard.” The voice was familiar.
Through my tears, I saw someone kneeling in front of me. The next thing I knew, I was wrapped in a warm, steady embrace. That familiar scent and calm presence cracked me open, and I let it all out, sobbing into his chest.
Hugh’s hand rested gently on my head, his voice low and soothing. “It’s okay. In a couple of days, you’ll be the one handing it all back to him.”
Hugh took me home, and I got straight to work. First, I called the wedding planner Danny had hired and canceled everything–cars, photography, videography, the whole deal.
Next, I called the hotel to cancel the wedding with Danny. Then I rescheduled it—for me and Hugh.
Hugh handled Danny’s parents, letting them know the wedding was officially off.
With that mess out of the way, I focused on trying on the custom wedding dress Hugh had ordered for me and reached out to my go–to wedding planners to finalize the details.
Two days before the ceremony, Hugh and I flew out to a few high–end spots to shoot our wedding photos. We didn’t get back until late that night, heading straight to the city hall to register our marriage.
Furry enough, it was the exact date Danny and I were supposed to get our license–same–day wedding and all. No need to reschedule anymore.
Hight on cue, Danny called just as Hugh and I finished filing the paperwork
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“Sorry, Paige,” he said, his tone way too casual. “Been swamped the past couple days. I’ll swing by now so we can get the license.”
I rolled my eyes. I’d already seen everything plastered across Mia’s social media–two days straight of birthday celebrations, and Danny was glued to her side in every single post.
“Sorry, Danny. I’ve already got my marriage license.”
