wed was heavy, ringing in everyone's ears. Guests were looking around, con

r thumb hovered over the screen. She tapped. A robotic, masculine voice, the

devoid of emotion. It was flat, me

ed. A wet, nervous sound. "Feisty," he said, trying to regain his comp

sed, grabbing her elbow. He turned to the crowd. "A technical glitch! Please, everyone, enjoy the b

Lydia smiled, a triumphant and malicious glint in her eyes. "Drink up,"

t of the Merlot, there was a faint, sweet odor. Bitter almonds. Sedatives. They were going to

the jaw, forcing her mouth open, and violently poured t

oat, while the other half spilled all over her chin and soaked into he

k of rage. "My dress! You freak! You ruined my dress! You mute

l little brat!" He raised his hand. He was goi

cket. She pulled out the folded document. She slammed it onto t

iberately hide the groom's name. She just placed the certificate there. However, Gavin and the others didn't look closely at th

otic voice filled the room. "I am marr

only seeing the word 'married'. His face twisted in pure rage

ed. "She is a married woman! She is not a virgin anym

he typed rapidly on her phone. The robotic voice s

ghing up wine and looking like a mess. He licked his lips greedily. "Well, although Harper is not near

d, glaring at Emilee with pure hatred. "You vicious, ungrateful whore, trying to push your own sister into the fire! Harper is

e bride, but he was furious at being humiliated. "You arrogant bastard," Sterling sneered, pointing a shaking finger at Gavin. "You waste my time

. The front do

dangerous. Gavin turned to Emilee. His face

loser immediately! Do not be so shameless and refuse

useless, defective mute! Get a divorce right n

e. "Where did you get this?" he dema

and put it back in her pocket. She typed on her phone. T

e just stared at them, her chin held high. For the first time in ten years, she wasn't the victim. She