The next second, I was shoved into a car.
Half an hour later, I was dragged into the hotel banquet hall where Eric was waiting.
His face was icy. “Sophia Bennett, were you really planning not to show up?”
“All because of a dog—you’d throw away our wedding?”
“I’m not just disappointed in you, I’m heartbroken.”
At that moment, Margaret Collins came out and snapped at him, “The guests are waiting. Start the ceremony immediately. Bring her in.”
As she passed me, she shot me a sharp glare. “Sophia, you’re far too unruly. On your wedding day of all days, you kept everyone waiting over an hour. After this ceremony, I’ll see to it you learn some proper discipline.”
Eric waved his hand, and two bodyguards forced me toward the hall.
I struggled. “Eric, I have nothing to do with you anymore. I’ve already married someone else!”
He looked at me as if I were insane. “Sophia, do you think lying like this is amusing?”
“Making a scene at our wedding will get you nothing but my disgust.”
“My advice? Know your place, and stop squandering the love I’ve given you.”
They dragged me to the entrance of the hall.
There, I froze.
A massive poster hung by the doors.
On it was my photo—next to Eric’s black dog.