Silver’s POV Leo took Rebecca home while I went with Elliot. I knew I had no right to be upset over who Elliot spent his time with. But I thought as his wife, he would have a little bit more respect towards me than that. My stomach knotted at the very thought of Elliot’s hands on someone else.
Silver’s POV “You look so hot!!” My best friend, Rebecca, squealed as I walked out onto the platform in my wedding dress. We were the only ones in the shop, so I didn’t have to worry about sharing the space. My dirty blonde hair fell past my shoulders. On top of my head was a small veil with a
Silver’s POV 2 years of my life down the drain because my fiancé couldn’t keep it in his pants. “I still think you should just marry his uncle,” Rebecca laughed as she took another sip of her drink. We were sitting at the local bar, drinking away Gavin’s memory. “Marry his uncle?” I asked,
Silver’s POV My head ached as I came to. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust my eyes to the dimmed room. The sun was desperately trying to peer in through the closed window shades. The memories of last night slowly returned and I gasped. I had proposed to a stranger and then kissed him!
Silver’s POV I stepped around my father and Stella and took the nicely wrapped package from Beta Leo. I felt all eyes on me as I carefully unwrapped the paper and uncovered the jewelry box. “He got her jewelry?” Stella asked, her lips pressed in a thin line. I ignored her and opened the box an
Silver’s POV The man looked at my father pointedly. “I don’t appreciate people disrespecting my wife like that,” he said coldly. “You should be ashamed of yourselves.” My father opened his mouth to speak but Gavin interrupted us as he walked into the center of the gathering. “What’s going on
Silver’s POV A gold-digger? The last thing I wanted Elliot to think was that I was a gold-digger. “I’m sorry for my family,” I told Elliot later that evening while we were in the car and driving home. “I only wanted to get a rise out of them. Our relationship is… complicated.” Elliot didn’t
“That was thoughtful of you,” I told him. “Make yourself at home; I’m going to hop in the shower,” he told me before retreating to the bathroom. I spent some time unpacking and changing into my pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and shorts. As I looked around the room, admiring the different