Stanley’s expression softened immediately. He pulled her into his arms, his voice gentle as he tried to comfort her.
My fists clenched tight as that picture was already burned into my mind.
He hated cameras, so we didn't have a single photo together. He’d refused even to take wedding portraits, yet with another woman, he had a whole collection of intimate selfies.
I swallowed down the fire in my chest and turned, ready to walk away.
But Stanley blocked me. “You think you can just break her phone and leave? Didn’t you hear what she said? Those were her last memories of her mother.”
“Avery, even if you don’t mean it, at least pretend to apologize.”
Avery's POV
The tenderness in Stanley’s eyes was gone. All that was left was disgust.
“Apologize? To her?” I sneered. “You really think she deserves it?”
I lifted my chin stubbornly, but inside, my heart was shattering into pieces.
His expression grew darker as his words turned colder than ice. “If you don’t apologize today, then forget about the marriage.”
The office collectively gasped. Heads poked out from behind cubicle walls, everyone eager to witness the drama.