Amelia’s POV
I adjusted the slender strap of the white dress I was wearing, and I forced myself to put a smile on my face as I walked down the aisle to the man I wanted to humiliate so badly.
You couldn't blame me for thinking about it, not after everything he had done to me in high school. And here the bastard was, standing in front of the people and grinning like a fool with that look in his eyes that told everyone but me this was real.
I thought about leaving him at the altar, humiliating him in front of all these people and letting him feel how it felt those years ago being humiliated, but my firm was on the line if I did that as well.
“Maybe it’s not too late for your firm.” I said in my head, but I knew it was. If I tried anything funny, then I would feel the brunt.
Knowing that
