~ EVANOR
556 Words
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Evanora's heart pounded as she half-yelled, "What's going on?" and grabbed Andrea's phone.
Her heart stopped, her breath catching as she saw the video. Tears filled her eyes as she stared in shock at the scene on the screen—it was Mirabella and Denim, kissing.
She wiped her eyes, hoping she was seeing things, but it was real. "Oh my goodness," she gasped, clutching her chest, breathing heavily.
"How could you?" Evelyn yelled at Mirabella, who was sobbing. Evanora glared at her, disbelief etched across her face.
Mirabella? She asked herself in shock. Among her four friends, if anyone would have done this, she’d have thought it would be Evelyn, known for her reputation with married men. But Mirabella?
"Oh my goodness! She's having an attack. Get her inhaler, Evelyn!" Andrea yelled, trying to calm Evanora as she collapsed onto the floor, screaming.
People started taking pictures, more focused on capturing the drama than witnessing the wedding. Just then, Denim rushed out with a few friends.
They must have been waiting nearby. "What's going on?" he asked, panicked, rushing toward Evanora, but she slapped him.
"How could you! How could you cheat on me with my best friend?" she shouted, struggling to catch her breath. Evelyn quickly handed her the inhaler, and Evanora took a few deep breaths.
Denim's eyes widened, and he scoffed. "We have a wedding to attend, babe. This isn’t the time for this. I didn’t do anything like that," he claimed.
Evanora scoffed and showed him the video. He sighed, running a hand roughly through his hair.
"Enough!" she interrupted. "I’ve noticed how close you two have been. The gift you gave her for her birthday last week was even more thoughtful than mine... And last night, when you disappeared, were you with her?" Her voice trembled, hoping it wasn’t true, but his silence confirmed it.
"You jerk!" she screamed, yanking off her veil and hitting him hard. The crowd around them grew even larger.
With a deep breath, she took off her ring. "I guess you weren't the one for me after all," she said through her tears.
Denim ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Please, sweetheart—"
"Don’t you dare call me that," Evanora snapped, cutting him off. "We’re over!" She threw the ring at him, earning gasps from the crowd.
He scoffed, then grabbed her tightly, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, really?" he chuckled coldly.
"Yes... I’ve been sleeping with your friends, but it was just s*x," he admitted, and the hall filled with shocked gasps.
"You know how much I need it, and you deprived me, insisting on saving yourself for marriage. What did you think you were—a nun?" he yelled angrily. "Your friend saw how miserable I was and stepped in. It meant nothing."
Evanora broke into tears again.
"You’re still marrying me, and you won’t deny me this," he shouted, trying to drag her inside, but her guards stepped in, blocking his path.
"Don't lay a hand on her," one of the guards said firmly.
Before anyone could react, Evanora snatched a guard’s keys and dashed to a nearby car.
"Oh my gosh! She’s getting away!" a reporter shouted as everyone turned toward her.
"Wait!" Andrea called, running after her, but Evanora had already driven off.
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