It wasn't that I didn't dare hit back. My parents had made it clear before I left: my identity was classified, and every word I spoke, every move I made, represented the facility's interests. I couldn't afford a scene.
"Fine. The wedding's off."
Scott's expression darkened. He clearly hadn't expected me to agree so easily.
I tore off the veil and turned to leave.
His voice cut through the air behind me, cold as a blade.
"Stop. Did I say you could go?"
My steps faltered. I turned to face him.
"What now? Got something else to say, Mr. Delgado? The wedding's canceled. There's nothing left between us."
Scott closed the distance until he towered over me, his tone dripping with arrogance.
"Apologize to Hester."
"Apologize? For what?"
A cruel smirk twisted his lips.
"For humiliating her in public. For embarrassing her so badly she cried for days. For the slap she just gave you—which hurt her own hand, by the way."
His voice dropped lower, possessive and final.
"And because Hester is my woman now."
I almost laughed. Actually, I did laugh—a short, disbelieving sound.
"Scott, if your brain's this broken, see a doctor. When exactly did I humiliate her in public?"