Chapter 43
“I’m sorry, Aria,” he said, his voice professional yet blunt.
“Monologue refused the offer. She told us not to contact her again, and she made it clear that she won’t perform for a cheater–especially not at a wedding.”
Aria’s face drained of color, her lips parting in disbelief.
“What?!” she shrieked, her voice cutting through the room.
I pressed my lips together, trying–and failing–to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me.
Her outburst drew every eye in the room, whispers spreading through the crowd like wildfire.
They were all witnessing her humiliation, and there was no escaping it.
A middle–aged man, Aria’s father, strode over, his face a mask of disappointment.
“Aria,” he said sternly, his voice low but authoritative. “I raised you to behave like a lady. Who gave you permission to lose your temper like this in public?”
Her hands clenched Into fists at her sides, her voice tight with anger and shame.
“I’m sorry, Father,” she muttered, her eyes shooting daggers at me before she stormed off after him.
But not before she hurled one final threat over her shoulder.
“I won’t forget the humiliation you caused me today. I’ll make sure you pay for this.”
I raised an eyebrow, letting my voice slip into a cool, mocking tone.
“Funny. I don’t plan on letting you off the hook, either.”
Her steps faltered, and for a brief second, genuine shock flashed in her eyes.
She couldn’t believe I’d spoken to her like that, that I wasn’t afraid of her threats.
She opened her mouth to retort, but the murmurs from the crowd only grew louder, suffocating her pride.
She glared at me one last time before hurrying after her father, tail tucked between her legs.
As she disappeared, I allowed myself a quiet moment of satisfaction.
The rush of pleasure was undeniable.
She had wanted to humiliate me, but in the end, the tables had turned.
With the alcohol still coursing through my veins and the dizziness quickly making a comeback, I sat down on the couch for a few moments to rest, my consciousness coming more and more fuzzy.
The edges of my vision blurred, and before I knew it, I found myself slumped in a familiar carriage.
The soft glow of the dim lights illuminated Leo’s face as he sat across from me, his gaze intense, almost suffocating.
“I’ve been a mess these past few days,” he murmured, his voice low and raw. “Without you everything has fallen apart. I made a mi
we can work things out.”
- iz. Maybe
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