I deeply regretted letting Jenna’s assistant take charge of the banquet. That’s why even my own bodyguards weren’t here.
Since childhood, every one of my birthday banquets had been arranged by my parents. Every public event had been tightly secured.
But now, I was being dragged out by outsiders.
I snapped, my voice cold and steady.
“Jenna, I want to call off the engagement.”
“You are no longer my fiancée. You have no right to be here. Take your guests and get out of my birthday party.”
This villa, where the banquet was held, had been part of the premarital assets left to me by my parents. I had once dreamed of turning it into our marital home after the wedding, never imagining it would end up as the backdrop to our breakup.
Jenna stared at me, eyes wide in disbelief. “What did you just say? Call off the engagement?”
“You’re ending it over something this petty?” Her voice trembled. “Bryce, don’t forget, our families arranged our marriage.”
A flicker of panic flashed across her face, and for a moment, her mind seemed to clear.
This union had always been a one-sided climb, Jenna marrying up into the Reeves family.