“What the fuck did you just say? What the fuck is she doing there?”
A rush of cold unease hit Rafael’s chest, followed by overwhelming suffocation
Before he could process his thoughts, his phone started buzzing violently. He snatched it up, silently praying that it might be
- me. But it was Natalia
If it were before, her call might have stirred only helplessness and weary indulgence. But now, all he felt was irritation and bitter disappointment.
She could barely hide the delight in her voice as she said, “Rafael, I heard the wedding hit a snag..”
Rafael could feel his temples throb. Looking around, he could see the glee written over every guest’s expression
“Natalia, I don’t have time-”
“I can step in!” she anxiously cut him off. “I’m right outside the chapel. The Holloways can’t afford this humiliation, and I can-
He hung up on her with a hard slap of his phone.
In that split second, he understood exactly how I must have felt, standing at the altar. This was what it felt like to be
abandoned and left behind.
“Matteo! Cancel the wedding!” His roar snapped the stunned Matteo back to life
“What? But Don Holloway, the guests.” Matteo’s jaw dropped at the command
“I said, cancel it! Contact every airport and port, and find Gianna now!” he snarled, tearing the ring from his finger and hurling
it to the floor.
When he stormed out of the chapel, Natalia stood by the door in a wedding gown as her pale cheeks flushed pink in the
morning sun.
