EMILY’S POV
The balloon gown I wore was breathtakingly beautiful, but it failed to hide the sorrow in my eyes. My cut on the lips was concealed by makeup. I could still feel the stinging pain in my arm from Zander's tight grip earlier. Perhaps this was the consequence of my decisions. I wasn't sure if Zander had this temper all along, or if it was just his anger clouding his mind that made him hurt me.
As we rode in his luxury car, I remained silent, not wanting to provoke him. I couldn't help but feel afraid of him now that I had seen his temper.
"Honey," he said, grasping my hand. "I'm so sorry. I let my anger get the best of me, and I hurt you."
"I understand your anger, Zander," I replied.
"I promise it won't happen again."
He tightened his grip even more as I tried to pull my ha
