“Isn’t this Ms. Waller, the one who’s been chasing after Gabe for over a decade?” one of them sneered. “Didn’t she even kill someone for him? Spent three years in prison, just got out recently.”
“She really did time, huh? And now she thinks she can push the Prince Family into marrying her? Doesn’t she care about ruining their reputation for generations?”
“Exactly. Trash is trash. And to pull this stunt on Gabe and Ellie’s wedding day? Absolutely disgusting.”
“She really did time, huh? And now she has the audacity to try and force the Prince Family to marry her? Does she even care how it’ll stain the family’s legacy for generations?”
Their jeers pierced through the room like knives, each word cutting deeper than the last. My chest tightened, like a soggy wad of cotton was suffocating me from the inside.
Three years ago, it was Gabriel who begged me incessantly, swearing he’d marry me the moment I got out of prison. He wore me down, pleading until I finally relented and agreed to take the blame for him.
Even when he broke off our engagement after my release, I didn’t say a word. I turned away quietly and accepted the marriage my family arranged for me.