By the time I walked out, I left behind everything that belonged to the Nash Family. And then, I boarded a plane alone.
Before I even landed, my mother, who never missed a chance for drama, had already contacted the press. She wanted the world to know.
Meanwhile, Yvonne was leaving the office when she found herself swarmed by reporters. “Sorry, I don’t do interviews,” she said smoothly, trying to brush past them.
But they didn’t back down. “Miss Nash, what do you think about your fiancé’s wedding?”
Yvonne froze mid-step. For the first time, her composure cracked. She turned around so fast that the reporters barely had time to react, her face suddenly pale. “What did you just say?”
