Book 2: Chapter 60

Bryer’s POV

I angrily smash the vase on the ground and watch it shatter into a million pieces. As if that is not enough, I grab the other porcelain vase and smash it again. How can Malachi do this? How can he get married to her and that too, everyone has been talking about it. Every news house, every blog, every newspaper, everyone on the internet has been talking about Malachi Bromte’s mystery wedding.

It should have been me, I should have been the one standing beside him and not that good for nothing bitch.

“Fuck!!” I yell at the top of my voice, anger enveloping me. I refuse to cry, this can’t be happening. No!! Tears start to stream down my eyes. It should have been me, I am the one fit to stand beside him and love him. I have worked so hard for him to see me, for him to acknowledge me as his own but he chose some rich heiress. Didn’t he see that I also worked? I worked hard to make him see me, like me, he even became my best friend so how did we get her