Betrayed On My Wedding Eve Chapter 11

Betrayed On My Wedding Eve Chapter 11

Next morning I woke up with a splitting headache.

I peeled my eyes open, stared at the ceiling for a long time.

I didn’t even remember getting home.

I went to pour a glass of water.

Brendan was sitting in the living room. His expression cold.

“Is this how you host people?”

I didn’t bother.

I turned toward the study.

The desk was empty.

“Where’s my camera?”

“I gave it to Jade.”

I spun around.

He shrugged. “You told her to take more photos, didn’t you?”

My brain worked slowly over each word.

He gave Jade my mother’s camera.

I smashed the glass.

I grabbed his collar.

“How dare you touch my camera.

“How dare you.”

He startled back.

“Where is she right now?”

“Lena! Let go of me!”

“Where is she!”

I was screaming. Everything I’d drunk the night before was finally coming out through my eyes.

Brendan went still.

“The Langham. Room 1103.”

I shoved him and ran.

I drove there. Took the elevator to eleven. Pounded on the door.

“Get out here!”

After a moment, Jade yanked it open, furious.

“What the hell is wrong with you at this hour—”

I pushed past her.

The camera was on the dresser. I grabbed it.

Jade snatched my arm. “Brendan gave that to me! You can’t just take it!”

I turned and slapped her across the face.

“It’s mine. You had no right.”

She stood there, stunned.

Then she screamed: “You hit me!”

She came at me, clawing, crying.

“You’re disgusting! You already stole him from me! Now you’re taking what he gave me too!”

In the struggle, the camera strap snapped.

She grabbed the body.

And smashed it on the floor.

One crack.

My mind went blank.

My mother’s camera. In pieces in front of me.