Amara’s pov
He stayed away from me, standing at the corner of the room with his hands stuffed in his pocket while he stared at an artwork on the wall and Glenda followed suit joining him there.
He didn't chase her even when she stood too close and soon they were conversing and she was smiling, twirling her hair and gazing at him with those lovey dovey eyes.
We weren't married for up to two hours and he was already preparing to have someone else and it had to be her.
I didn't know when I stood up and exited the hall with jealousy and anger taking up my emotions.
I walked till I reached the inn where we had secured a suite.
I ignored everyone at the reception, ran up the stairs and went straight to our suite.
I didn't waste time in getting out of my wedding gown which I now found rid
