Zita 

~The Wedding~

Did I just shoot myself in the leg by making a live broadcast of my wedding?

I swallowed the heavy lump that lodged at the base of my throat, squashing the thoughts before they could rear their ugly head at me. The reason Kian wasn’t standing at the altar was that he was held up in traffic. Or his car broke down. 

That had to be it.

He had responded to my message this morning. The man who had started to look at my body with disgust rolling through his eyes had fucked me with passion. 

Kian also reacted to the pictures I had sent to him...