Chapter 12

"The wedding is postponed," Cyril hastily said to the officiant before rushing out of the hotel. The buzzing in his ears grew louder, and the whispers of the guests pierced his heart like daggers. "Did the groom get stood up by the bride?" "I heard he never wanted to get married in the first place, and now he's just run away." "Tsk, how embarrassing." "Serves him right. How many men would kill to marry Ms. Newton? Yet, he didn't appreciate her. If someone threw money at me like that, I'd do anything they asked." He clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white. It felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. His pace quickened as he walked toward the parking lot. There was only one thought in his mind right now—find Trisha and ask her what the hell was going on. However, just as he opened the car door, a familiar figure blocked his path. "Cyril!" Anna stood before him, a joyful smile on her face as she opened her arms to hug him. "Did