The bodyguards exchanged worried glances, clearly afraid to defy him.
I fought my way free from the bodyguard restraining me and stumbled toward the altar.
But I was too late.
The urn and photo had fallen and shattered on the floor.
My heart sank as I saw the pieces. Ignoring the shards of glass, I grabbed my daughter’s photo, wiped off the dust, and held it tightly.
Just as I reached for the urn, a polished leather shoe sent it flying. I looked up and saw Ethan.
A sinking feeling washed over me.
The next moment, he lifted his foot and slammed it down on the urn!
Desperately, I threw myself over it, taking the brunt of his kick.
The pain was searing, and tears blurred my vision.
I stifled a cry, seizing the chance while he was momentarily distracted, grabbed the urn, and pulled it to my chest.
Ethan turned back, camera in hand, ready to capture it all.
I fought to keep the blood from rising in my throat and managed to grit it out.
“Are you out of your mind? Do you even realize you’re committing a crime? Is this really worth it for a man?”
Ethan shoved his phone camera right in my face.
“Friends, look at this. Even now she dares to threaten me. Shouldn’t we teach her a lesson?”