When I arrived at the wedding venue, every pair of eyes that landed on me dripped with mockery and contempt.
The moment Mrs. Simmons spotted me, she marched straight over and spat at my feet. "You disgusting piece of trash! You're the one who ruined my son! Why don't you just drop dead!"
She and a handful of other loud, vicious relatives grabbed at my clothes, tearing at the fabric, each one calling me trash, worthless, garbage, until security finally pried them off me.
I ignored every word. I straightened my clothes and walked inside.
The ceremony was about to begin. The hall was packed with guests, and media crews lined the walls with their cameras.
I knew exactly what Sabina had planned. She wanted to use this occasion to cement the narrative she'd spun online, to prove her and Eustace's innocence in front of everyone.
The moment Sabina saw me walk in, a look of smug relief settled across her face, as if everything was going exactly according to plan.
She strolled over with practiced ease and took my hand.
"See? Would it have killed you to just cooperate from the start? Why did you have to push things to where they went last night?"