Chapter 7
An hour later, the grand wedding ballroom was completely empty of guests, left in silent disarray.
Arthur Sterling and Jessica sat at the head table, surrounded by armed private security guards.
The heavy mahogany doors slammed open, echoing like a gunshot through the vaulted hall.
Steven walked down the center aisle alone, his navy blue tuxedo jacket removed, revealing his rolled-up white sleeves.
Jessica stood up from her chair, her face twisted in a mixture of humiliation and fury.
"How dare you walk back in here after abandoning me in front of five hundred elite guests!" Jessica shrieked.
Steven didn't even look at her; his cold, piercing gaze locked entirely onto Arthur Sterling.
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Arthur remained seated, swirling a glass of expensive scotch with a smug, arrogant smirk.
"You look rather agitated for a groom on his wedding night, Steven," Arthur mocked softly.
