The End Of a Marriage
Chapter 291
Graham barely reacted. He exhaled, slow and measured, as if she were a child throwing a tantrum. “Because she’s my friend.”
That was it. That was all he gave her. No explanation. No apology. No understanding of why this would hurt her.
Something about the way he said it–so nonchalant, so dismissive–sent a fresh wave of fury through her.
“I thought you’d at least explain-
“What the hell are you doing?” he cut her off, his voice cold now, laced with irritation. His gaze flicked past her for a brief moment, catching sight of movement in the hallway–one of the catering staff passing by. His lips curled in displeasure before his focus returned to her.
“Are you really making a scene here?” he hissed, his voice low and sharp.
Her breath hitched.
“Go back to your room and get dressed,” he ordered, his tone like steel. “Layla assured me the dress is tasteful and will look good enough on you.”
Good enough?
The words were like a slap.
Isla’s hands trembled at her sides, a slow burn creeping through her veins. He hadn’t even seen the dress himself. Hadn’t bothered to check if she would love it, if it was something she’d feel beautiful in. Because he didn’t care.
She swallowed hard, trying to fight back the sudden sting in her eyes. It was just a dress. She was marrying the man she had dreamed of for years. What d
it matter what she wore?
But suddenly, this wasn’t about a dress anymore.
It was about choices.
Her choices.
Her voice.
Her worth.
“You didn’t ask me what I wanted,” she whispered, her voice quieter now, but shaking with restrained emotion. “You decided to ask her about my wedding
dress. Not me.”
A shadow crossed Graham’s face, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes–but it was gone as quickly as it had come, instead, he let out a sharp breath, as if she was testing his patience.
“And make the same mistake I made when I let you choose a dress for that party in New York?” he snapped, his word dripping with dadan
Isla’s lips parted slightly, a hump forming in her throat.
“I think I believe in Layla’s choice a little mooie,” he added, the final blow, his voice void of any hesitation
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Chapter 291
Silence stretched between them, thick and fiscating
fala barely registered the moment behind her–another staff member walking pest, casting them a curious glance.
But it was Graham who stepped back first. Who straightened his shoulders and exhaled sharply, as if done with this conversation. “Now stop making a
scene,” he muttered. “had go get dressed for the wedding”
And that said it all.
The floor beneath her felt unsteady, as if something deep within her had cracked, sending fractures through the foundation of everything the had believed
about them
Casham didn’t value her opinions.
Didn’t think she was capable of choosing something as simple as a dress for her own wedding
Didn’t Care that it hurt her.
The dull ache near her heart grew heavier, spreading through her chest, her limbs, her very bones.
Something inside her whispered, Isla, wake up. This is who he is.
But the couldn’t afford to listen. Not today, Not when everything had already been planned, set in motion.
So, she did the only thing she could.
She turned around.
Silent as a ghost, she walked back to her room, her hands curled into the fabric of her robe, her throat tight with unshed tears.
Mazzie was waiting for her, a desperate attempt at a reassuring smile on her lips. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready.”
But nothing–not the gown, not the flowers, not the whispered congratulations from the staff–could shake the sinking feeling in Isla’s chest.
Because, for the first time, she wasn’t just angry.
She wasn’t just hurt.
She was wondering if she had made a mistake.
A mistake that would cost her far more than just a wedding dress
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