Layla's POV

I didn't want to say those things to her. But I couldn't help it.

I just wanted Elena to remember her place and why the hell she was there... With Noah. The man that I should be getting married to today.

Technically I was still the one getting married to him. It was my name, surname, ID... The only difference was that I wasn't the one writing it.

I tossed my phone onto the bed and exhaled sharply.

What the hell was that?

'You're not the type of woman a person like Noah Reynolds would want to be with anyway.'

I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t....