“Enough,” Harlan interrupted, shaking off her hand. He took a deep breath and turned to Brylee's parents.

“The wedding's cancelled."

Brylee's parents paled, their lips moving as if to argue, but no words came out.

How could they defend their daughter after she'd caused such a scandal?

! Harlan, you have to Listen to me. I was set u Brylee shrieked, clutching Harlan's hand.

Harlan asked, "You were set up? By whom?" Harlan asked, his gaze piercing.

“It's.."

Rosalynn.

“It's her! Rosalynn is the one who set me up!"

Brylee scanned the crowd, her eyes finally landing on

Harlan's gaze swiveled to Rosalynn, a speculative gleam in his eye.

As headstrong as Brylee was, he couldn't believe she would stoop to such a Level, especially on her wedding day.

Could Rosalynn be the puppeteer of this sordid drama?

Rosalynn stood there and asked, “Brylee, what reason would I have to ruin you?"

“The audacity of you to cast aspersions on others while you're the one caught in a disgraceful act!" Barlow added, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he cast a frigid glance at her.

Brylee's chest heaved with indignation.

“You're the instigator,

Rosalynn! You're the malevolent one. You're the depraved. You've been..."

Brylee's sentence was abruptly cut short as a flash of movement caught her eye, followed by a sharp, searing pain on her forehead.

Stumbling backward, her gaze fell on a cell phone lying on the floor.

Barlow had hurled it at her.

“Care to continue?" Barlow advanced toward her, his stride confident and menacing.