Her tears splashed onto the back of Allan's hand, and she bit down on her lower lip, looking small and wounded.
"Allan, I've never seen such a beautiful wedding gown in my life..."
"You like me, don't you? Don't you want to marry me?"
She pushed him back onto the bed and peeled off her clothes.
Acid surged up from my stomach. I doubled over at the edge of the bed and retched violently.
I'd picked out that bed. I'd washed those sheets with my own hands.
I'd believed that Allan and I would fall asleep in each other's arms on that bed.
But now he kissed Pauline hungrily, pressing her into the mattress beneath him.
The chat flooded with gifts, the viewers goading them on.
"Put on the gown! Put on the gown! Then consummate it!"
"We want the R-rated version! Give the people what they want!"
Allan dressed Pauline in the gown with his own hands. His palms slid along her back, then he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her deeply.
Tears streamed down my face. I smiled bitterly.
He had betrayed every promise he ever made me. He had destroyed everything I held dear.
Allan Fox, I truly regretted ever loving you.
Allan took Pauline's hand and walked her through the vows. Then they shared a champagne toast.
They completed every step of a wedding ceremony, and as the viewers cheered, Allan swept Pauline into his arms and laid her on the master bed.
Pauline's gaze slid to the nightstand, to the framed photo of me and Allan. Her lips curled in triumph.
The look said it all. She'd won. Any man alive would fall at her feet.
My nails dug deep into my palms. I turned away, forcing myself to block out the breathy, tangled sounds behind me.
Just as they were about to go further, the bedroom door was kicked open.
Frances appeared in the doorway. The moment her eyes landed on the half-naked couple in bed, the color drained from her face.
She swept past me, crossed the room in three quick strides, and slapped Allan so hard his head snapped to the side.
"You ungrateful wretch! Do you have any idea that Olivia is in trouble?!"
