His smile faded.
I walked into the ballroom wearing the same simple wedding dress he had rented for me.
A black tailored coat covered my shoulders.
My parents walked a few steps behind me.
Beside them were Oliver Grant, the chief executive officer of Harrington Equity Partners, our legal counsel, and several members of the security team.
The room grew quiet.
Derek stared at me.
“Amelia?”
He stepped toward the edge of the stage.
“What are you doing here?”
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I said nothing.
His expression hardened.
“Have you come to make a scene? Because you’ve already embarrassed me enough today.”
A few guests exchanged uncomfortable glances.
Derek pointed toward the hotel staff.
“Security, please escort her outside.”
But before anyone moved, Oliver stepped forward.
He was a respected businessman whom Derek had spent years trying to impress.
Derek immediately changed his tone.
“Mr. Grant, I’m so sorry about this interruption. It’s a private matter involving my former fiancée.”
