#Chapter 145: Aftermath

Third Person POV “Damn her! Damn her! Damn her!” Amanda screamed, slamming the door behind her. The wedding guests were gone, though it was still early. They had fled, repelled by the tension radiating off David like a storm cloud. People had known, had sensed, that he was furious. And no amount of charm or forced laughter on Amanda’s part had been enough to salvage the evening. This was supposed to be her dream. The culmination of everything she had wanted, everything she had fought and sacrificed to achieve. But it was ruined. Ruined because, even now, David couldn’t stop thinking about Ella. Even if his thoughts had curdled into bitterness and hatred, she was still there, lodged in his mind like a splinter. On their wedding day. On the day Amanda had dreamed of for longer than she could even remember. The tears that stung her eyes weren’t the helpless tears of sadness. No, they were tears of rage, of frustration, leaking out because she had no oth