His perfect wedding, his perfect day, had just fallen apart in front of 300 guests.
He looked at Elena with pure hatred in his eyes. “Are you happy now?” He hissed.
“You’ve ruined everything.” “I didn’t ruin anything,” Elena said calmly. “You did that yourself. I just told the truth.”
Thomas Chin stepped forward again, his face serious. “Jonathan, I think you need to leave,” he said.
“This wedding is clearly over.” Other people were nodding in agreement. Leave. Jonathan repeated in disbelief.
This is my wedding, my mansion. You can’t tell me to leave. Actually, Thomas said, many of us here are your business partners and clients.
And I can tell you that after what we’ve seen tonight, I’m not sure I want to do business with someone who treats people the way you’ve treated your ex-wife because you can also treat us the same way if we go broke or bankruptcy.
God forbid. Several other men and women nodded. Agreed. One of them said, “This was disgraceful.”
Jonathan’s eyes went wide with panic. “Wait, you don’t understand.” “We understand perfectly.” Another businessman said, “We understand that you’re not the man we thought you were.”
People started moving toward the exit. The wedding guests were leaving, walking out in groups of two and three, shaking their heads and whispering to each other.
Jonathan stood frozen, watching his wedding, his reputation, and possibly his business connections fall apart around him.
Elena watched it all unfold with a strange mix of emotions. She didn’t feel happy about Sarah’s pain or the wedding falling apart.
She didn’t feel victorious about Jonathan’s humiliation. She just felt free. Free from the weight of his cruelty.
Free from the shame he had tried to make her carry. Free from caring what he or anyone else thought about her worth.
She turned to walk toward the exit. Elena wait, a voice called. She turned to see Thomas Chin approaching her with several other people.
Miss Morrison,” he said respectfully. “I don’t know if you remember me. We met several years ago at a charity event.
