People waited for me to go and get him up, but I stood and watched him lying on the ground without moving an inch.
Arabella called out to me, “He is your fiancé, are you going to make him suffer for something he did when he wasn’t in his senses?”
She looked at me with a smir. “Ashton did give me an invitation to your ‘dream’ wedding. I will be sure to come.”
Other friends hurriedly took Ashton outside settling in my car, whereas, I stood where I was looking at this woman who seemed to be sweet and innocent on the surface but had a mocking smile full of malice.
She continued to mock me, “Your marriage is nothing but a joke. His heart has always been mine, but I won’t blame you, you did a good job being my replacement and that’s all you can be.”
I kept seeing the image of Ashton protectively embracing Arabella as he proposed to her, so different from the times he had looked at me like he was seeing past my image at someone else and calling me ‘Bella.’
The way he proposed to me now came striking in my mind.