He had betrayed every promise he ever made me. He had destroyed everything I held dear.
Allan Fox, I truly regretted ever loving you.
Allan took Pauline's hand and walked her through the vows. Then they shared a champagne toast.
They completed every step of a wedding ceremony, and as the viewers cheered, Allan swept Pauline into his arms and laid her on the master bed.
Pauline's gaze slid to the nightstand, to the framed photo of me and Allan. Her lips curled in triumph.
The look said it all. She'd won. Any man alive would fall at her feet.
My nails dug deep into my palms. I turned away, forcing myself to block out the breathy, tangled sounds behind me.
Just as they were about to go further, the bedroom door was kicked open.
Frances appeared in the doorway. The moment her eyes landed on the half-naked couple in bed, the color drained from her face.
She swept past me, crossed the room in three quick strides, and slapped Allan so hard his head snapped to the side.
"You ungrateful wretch! Do you have any idea that Olivia is in trouble?!"
