Melissa whipped around, eyes blazing with contempt. “Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “You think I’d marry you now? Are you insane?” She laughed bitterly, glancing at the horrified guests, reveling in the unfolding chaos.
Vincent’s face twisted in panic. “Melissa, we can work this out. I’ll fix this, I swear—” he began, but she cut him off with a harsh laugh. “I only agreed to marry you for the money, Vincent. I mean, look at you—old, wrinkled, pathetic. You think I loved you for who you are?”