"A hundred grand? I'll wire it to him right now."
George snatched the phone from my hand and smashed it on the ground at my feet.
"The hell is wrong with you? Someone offers you an inch and you take a mile?"
"Without Mr. Sanchez, you couldn't even feed yourself. Who do you think you're fooling, acting all high and mighty? You two haven't even registered the marriage. You really think you're some CEO's wife?" He jerked his chin at the others. "Take her."
They dragged me into a car and sped off.
When we arrived, the entire banquet hall had been decorated to the nines.
Shirley, dripping in designer couture and jewels, hung on Neil's arm as they greeted guests together.
She looked every bit the role of his real wife.
The irony cut deep.
Neil had said he didn't want to make a fuss. So yesterday's wedding had been a bare-bones affair in a cheap little hotel, with only a handful of his personal friends in attendance. Most people in their social circle didn't even know the wedding had happened.
I'd understood. I knew how hard he'd worked to earn his money. Besides, once I brought him home to meet my family, we'd throw a proper celebration. Everyone would see the news coverage and know about us then.