We all did.
The anger vanished from his face almost instantly.
“Brianna…”
I stepped backward.
He reached toward me.
“Don’t touch me.”
His hand froze.
That was the moment my wedding ended.
Not when Vanessa arrived.
Not when I opened the envelope.
Not even when I saw the hotel receipt.
It ended when I saw how quickly Evan could make rage disappear once he realized other people were watching.
Like flipping a switch.
I had never noticed it before.
Maybe because I had never been the person standing against him.
I removed my engagement ring.
His face changed again.
“Don’t do this.”
I stared at the ring.
We had been legally married 27 minutes earlier.
The ceremony had already happened.
Vanessa had arrived at the reception.
My stomach turned.
“I’m already married to you.”
No one spoke.
My mother squeezed my arm.
Evan took a slow breath.
“Exactly. So let’s go somewhere private and talk like adults.”
