Nellie stepped in, her eyes already glistening with tears. “I swear, Lucia, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to try on a dress and take a photo. A little memory, that’s all. I’m not trying to marry Mr. Grant.”
Steven let out a bitter laugh. “Why bother explaining to someone like her? Lucia, I used to think you were just a little dramatic. I let things slide because I loved you. But this?” He gestured wildly. “This is you ruining our wedding like a selfish brat.”
“Fine,” he snapped. “Forget it. No wedding.”
Then he grabbed at the dress, trying to rip it off me, trying to push me out of the boutique like I didn’t belong there.
I struggled, trying to keep the gown from slipping. Just as he pressed down on my waist and tried to strip the dress from me in front of everyone, Jaxon arrived.
He kicked Steven hard, sending him crashing backward. Then he caught me by the waist, steadying me with one arm.
“My wife is trying on wedding dresses,” he said coldly. “You’re just the ex who should’ve stayed buried underground. Why am I surprised you're the type to make a scene?”
