Outside the door, Emma Wilson stared fiercelythrough the half-open c***k, her nails digging deep into her palm.
She probably thought that I, this so-called "substitute," was finally going to take my place, wanting to show off with a wedding to provoke her.
How ridiculous.
I had no interest in Ethan Smith's heart that held her.
"Emma Wilson..."
She muttered under her breath, the venom in her tone almost spilling over.
"You think this can provoke me? Dream on!"
She turned to leave, her high heels stepping on the carpet without making a sound.
Moments later, Ethan Smith pushed open the door.
He was in a sharp suit, but there was a hint of impatience on his handsome face.
He glanced at me in the mirror, saying flatly:
"I'll go through with the wedding properly today, but I hope you
