Adrian dropped to his knees.
Right there.
In front of everyone.
“Clara, please,” he said, his voice breaking. “I didn’t mean it—I was stressed, I wasn’t thinking—I love you! We’re married, you can’t—”
He reached toward me.
Two guards stepped forward immediately.
Blocking him.
I took one small step back.
“Don’t touch my dress,” I said coldly. “You might ruin continue reading …
