The color drained from Derek's face. I knew he'd understood what I meant.
Countless times before, he'd used my bets with Megan to shut me down. This time, it was my turn.
"Derek, you belong to Megan's now. You really shouldn't be at my wedding."
I clapped my hands, and security guards came forward and seized his arms.
He finally seemed to grasp what was happening. He struggled to break free.
"Claire, I know I was wrong! I hurt you. Please forgive me just this once!"
I didn't move.
One of the guards accidentally pressed against his injured shoulder. It was an old injury from years spent hunched over a desk.
I'd learned massage techniques to help him. I used to work on his shoulder, and whenever we went out, I never let him carry anything heavy.
Now, as I watched his face turn white
