Chapter 8
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"Now—can you forgive me?
Love me or hate me—we'll be together forever now."
I slapped him with all my might and dragged myself to my feet.
"You're fucking insane!"
"Wilson!"
The door burst open as his parents rushed in, heading straight for me.
"STAY BACK!"
Wilson roared, lurching to his feet and throwing himself between us.
The crack of a slap echoed through the room as his father struck him. Wilson's head snapped sideways, blood trickling from his mouth.
"Ungrateful wretch! What other shameful acts will you commit for this woman?
She was unconscious for three days and nights while you begged every venue in town to host your wedding! You publicly announced your engagement!
Now everyone knows the Spencer family has produced not just a savior, but a lovesick lunatic!"
As they argued, a group of stylists entered carrying an array of wedding gowns.
"Mr. Spencer, we've brought the dresses you requested. Is this the bride-to-be?"
Every eye in the room turned to me, their stares burning into my skin.
I ignored them all, meeting Wilson's eyes with a gaze so cold it could freeze hell itself.
I opened my mouth, a sneer forming on my lips,
when Wilson suddenly lunged forward and did something that shocked everyone—even me.
He grabbed the nearest gown and ripped it to shreds, then moved to the next, destroying each exquisite, expensive dress with savage fury.
