Joanne POV:
I slammed the door behind me as I stormed into my apartment, my heels clicking hard against the floor as I paced back and forth. I couldn't breathe. My chest was tight, and my hands were shaking. I ripped off my coat and tossed it on the couch, too angry to care where it landed.
"How dare he?"
How could Arec do this to me? To - us?
I stopped pacing, staring at my reflection in the hallway mirror. My face was flushed, my makeup smeared from where I had wiped at my eyes in frustration. I was trying to hold back the tears, but it felt impossible. The anger bubbling up inside me was overwhelming, choking me.
He had the nerve to invite me to his wedding - his wedding, and to 'her' of all people. Ella, his assistant. A nobody. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms so hard it hurt, but it didn't stop the rage. If anything, it fueled it.
