Simon's POV
My wedding.
Ruined.
"That little b***h had the guts to paint you black before the entire populace, and make my highly respected, and revered family the butt of the joke in this city. Angel will pay for what she has done and I'll make sure she suffers for the rest of her urchin life!" The voice of my mother raged on the angry lines on her face and made her wrinkles visible.
Muscles tenses under the T-shirt.
Angel.
That name left a bile taste just with the thoughts of her, and the anger to smother her against the wall till her brain matter rushed to the floor rocked me sleepless.
The b***h I was ready to make a future with had the effrontery to walk out on my wedding and left me high and dry. I gave her everything and gave her depressed life a bubble of col
