Beneath it, bold letters read: Sophia Bennett & Blackie — Joyfully Wed.
Blackie. That was the name of Eric’s dog.
The hotel had turned it into a spectacle. Guests gathered around, taking pictures, laughing as they posted them online.
Lily Harper bounded over, grinning. “Sophia, I designed that poster myself. Do you like it?”
I clenched my teeth in rage.
But Eric didn’t so much as glance my way—he only urged the bodyguards on, dragging me into the hall.
Inside the banquet hall, all eyes turned to me, filled with contempt.
I overheard whispers:
“Doesn’t Sophia Bennett know her own worth?”
“On her wedding day she dares to put on airs? How could someone like her be worthy of the Collins family?”
Others muttered, “Eric Collins isn’t just rich and handsome—he’s actually devoted. And here Sophia is, making a scene on such an important day. Yet Eric even went out of his way to bring her back.”
Their pointing fingers and hushed comments made my chest burn.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I raised my voice: “I’m already married to someone else. Eric and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Let me go!”
But not a single person believed me.