The Price Of Trust

carried me for nine months, the one I would lay down my life for - and Damien, the only

ne that had shattered my life. My mother was still straddling him, her face showed no sign

ground. I tore my wedding dress, ripping it apart as anger consumed me. My legs bec

ly unbothered by my presence. " Myla, do not be naive. I was never in l

k and I clutched the doorframe for support. "You're lying." I

sy hair. " Oh, it's real, sweetheart. And your mother? Sh

rom pain. " How dare you? How could y

urself." My mother's cold voice cut thr

he haven't just destroyed me. She adjusted her gown, smoo

uggling to catch my breath. "You've destroyed everyt

've always wanted Damien. Myla. You were just a sil

The woman standing before me wasn't my mothe

ked out, my voice breaking

en. Her lips curving into a sly smile. "Let'

hirt with an infuriating smirk. "Don't l

pat, my voice laced with anger. "

her chest. " Enough, Myla. Take what dig

see me break. Without another word, I stormed out of t

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s in my eyes, I slid into the car, fumbling for my ph

e picked up. "Cancel the we

Are you okay?" His voi

to sobs. "Please, just cancel i

t happened?" He asked,

the engine. The dress I had once adored now felt su

ould hear people screaming and shouting for me to stop, but I didn't care. I couldn't go back to my

ate. The tires squealed, and the crash of metal brought me bac

of my car. The wedding dress remnants fluttered

er's door of the SUV flew open, and a tall, handsome man stepped out. He had a

ove his sunglasses, eve

was

n Br

b

net. His face were etched with concern, his tailo

me," I muttered under my

e was deep, lace

o mine, and his expression shifted fr

. "Why are you dressed l

h my skin. "None of your business," I

He said, grabbing my arm befo

t care. You're my secretary, and I de

," I hissed, trying

I'm your boss, Myla. And I refuse to let you drive off l

h out at him, but his ne

is hand moving to cup my face. "Y

ld. Without thinking, I collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. I hated

surprisingly comforting. "Hey," he said soft

g me strong. My mother had ruined everything. Damien had betrayed me.

ry. When the sobs finally subsided, reality came crashing

with shame. "Don't touch me!" I snapped, my voi

la.

"You think you can just come in and act like you care

ght. I don't know everything about you. But I do know that you're hurti

uttered, turnin

report the havoc you caused on the roa

boiling over. "Y

eyebrows. "One call from me, an