CHAPTER 17
MIATwo hours into the wedding reception, I had changed into my new dress, had my first dance with Michael, and eaten dinner with all my friends. We talked about the babies and the wedding, the honeymoon we were leaving for in two days.
Michael leaned toward me. “Meet me in the hallway,” he whispered. “Five minutes.”
After excusing himself from the table, he grabbed his drink and walked over to some of his friends from work, keeping his icy stare on me.
Five minutes … five minutes, and there wasn’t any doubt in my mind that he’d take me to the back room and f**k me senseless, like he’d promised.
“I so wish I got to go to Greece,” Melissa said, slumping back in her seat.
She tilted her head to the side, and I watched her gaze meet Victor’s, who stood across the room with Dam
