But then—the day before the wedding, she saw him lounging in a hotel room, holding Valerie in his arms.
He was beneath her, their bodies intimately entwined.
Blayne frowned at Terri now, unable to understand why she still didn’t know when to quit.
“You think your little tricks aren’t obvious?” He pulled Valerie into his arms. “You just want to frame your sister so you can come running to me, playing the victim?”
Valerie clung to his arm, looking troubled. “Whatever it is, let’s talk about it later. The party's about to start, and there are people everywhere. You’ll need a date when you go in. I won’t hold this against Terri—it’s not worth it.”
Saying that, she reached out as if to take Terri’s arm.
Terri turned away in disgust.
Blayne let out a cold laugh. “Someone like her? She actually thinks she deserves to walk in with me and attend the party? Still clinging to the title of my fiancée? As if.”
The staff behind him, quick on their feet, stepped forward with a dress box in hand.
Terri remained where she was, unmoving. She was waiting for Blayne’s final verdict.
‘This is good.’
With every action, Blayne was wearing down the last remnants of her patience and attachment.