This was going to be the largest scandal of the century.
‘Elle King, daughter and heir of business mogul Macmillan King, left at the altar by a billionaire fiancee, James Calloway .’
I tried my best to hold back my tears but I couldn't. It only got worse as the phones of the crowd all pinged and their eyes all landed on me with pity.
My best friend gasped and turned the phone towards me. I blinked, staring at the screen.
It was the picture of my fiance leaning into another woman; her face was hidden by the angle but it was obvious they were kissing.
The headline read:
‘James Calloway was spotted with a mystery woman kissing on the balcony of a hotel.’
I heard whispers from the crowd.
“James never loved her; all this while she forced herself on him,” a girl said.
“I knew a famous handsome playboy like James would never settle for a woman as ugly and plain as her.” Another snickered, their harsh laughter tore through the air and my knees felt weak under me.
I choked on air, a whimper leaving my lips. How could he do this to me?
I was trying to calm myself when the grand doors of the cathedral flung wide open, and all heads turned. My eyes landed on the huge man standing at the doorway.