Rachel sent voice messages to my phone, bragging, pleading, and reminding me of Daniel’s promises. “Miss Summers, Brother Daniel said to apologize. He told me to focus on the baby. I’ll care for him until you’re ready after the wedding.”
I scowled, tossing the phone aside. Her words were poison, meant to unsettle me. But I refused to let her dictate the evening.
Daniel finally strode past me, lifting Rachel into his arms with the pride of a man convinced he had won. His bodyguards flanked him, but their loyalty would not matter when the wrong person made the right move.
I caught Charles, Daniel’s second-in-command, watching me nervously. “Miss Summers, are you really going to let him go like this? He threatened you in public.”
I smiled thinly. “Men can be replaced. But our family’s honor? That can never be lost.”
The guests whispered, trying to make sense of the strange dynamics between the Summers and Wright families. Many assumed Daniel’s actions were a temporary lapse in judgment, but I knew better. He had revealed his true colors.