Chapter 28
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That dress clings to every curve of her waist and chest like a second skin, and it's torture to watch. She's smiling at some associate of the bastard trying to steal her from me, but I force myself to stay calm.
I can't make a scene here, but I can't stop picturing how she'll look on our wedding day. She’ll wear something more fitted, more sophisticated, chosen just for me. She’ll smile and tell me again and again how sorry she is for making me wait.
And I'll forgive her. Because she's the only one who deserves it.
There's only one family member here, watching her with soft eyes.
Do I look at her the same way?
But I already know the answer. No. My gaze holds betrayal and rage, because she's mine and I'm forced to watch another man put his hands on her.
But it's all right, Roxy. I know you're confused. I know you're clinging to whatever attention this bastard throws your way. That's my only comfort, knowing that deep down, you know this isn't right.
Enjoy your cake and your first dance, Roxy. Consider it my wedding gift.