Tamara and Jarvis kissed shamelessly on the stage of the wedding I'd spent seven years planning.
Watching Tamara's flushed face, I knew the girl from seven years ago was gone. The one who'd shared a cramped rental with me and made me believe nothing could ever shake what we had. That girl was dead.
The truth was, I hadn't planned to let anything shake it.
But my grandfather had already set a plan in motion.
The press conference to announce my return had already been scheduled. Two days from now.
Grandfather said he'd sent people to look into my performance at the company where I'd been working all these years. He was pleased. When the time came, he would hand me control of the Farley Group directly.
As for Jarvis, that would be left entirely up to me.
The day of the press conference happened to coincide with the traditional day for Tamara to visit her parents after the wedding. I'd originally planned to surprise her that day.
But I never expected...
The emcee was egging them on again, urging them to kiss.
I swallowed the nausea rising in my stomach, grabbed a tablecloth to drape over myself, and started to leave.
"Stop him!"