The remark was ugly, careless, and nothing like the polished, charming man she thought she knew. She pressed a hand over her mouth and leaned closer, straining to hear.
“Same route?” Daniel asked.
“Yeah,” Trent said. “But swing by Mill Creek first. I need to take care of one last thing before the church. And turn the radio up. I’ve got a few calls to make.”
The car pulled away.
Inside the trunk, Savannah was tossed gently from side to side. She braced herself against the walls, sweat gathering at the back of her neck. The air was hot and thinning fast, but she forced herself to listen.
The radio was loud, but Trent’s voice still carried through it with arrogant ease.
“Yeah, Howard, everything’s on schedule. In a few hours the ring’s on her finger, and once the paperwork is signed, we’ll have access to her father’s holding accounts. Wire your fee tonight? Absolutely. No, she has no idea. Savannah’s sweet, but she’s blind. She still believes in love. Poor thing. She thinks she’s getting a husband. I’m getting out.”
The words landed harder than any slap.
Savannah shut her eyes and felt something split wide open inside her.
Not just heartbreak.
Humiliation.