He took her hand, all concern, then turned a dark look on me. "You let Serena get hurt? Kneel and apologize to her. Right now. Or I won't let this go."
My gaze hardened. "And if I don't?"
His expression went colder. "Then I'll announce in public that we're breaking off the engagement. Let's see who'll want you after that—a woman who got dumped. Secondhand goods."
His entourage joined in, mocking faces all around.
"What's the difference between getting dumped on your wedding day and being unwanted leftovers? You'll never get married!"
"Just apologize! Besides Ethan being generous enough, who else would marry a country bumpkin like you?"
"Miss this chance and there won't be another. Once your reputation's trashed at the wedding, you won't be able to show your face anywhere!"
His words stabbed through my chest like a knife. I could barely breathe.
Three years. Three years of feelings—and they meant nothing to him.
I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. "Then let's see who really gets their reputation trashed when this engagement ends."