Zeb crunched the damn card up in his hand, and wished he could swipe the entire surface of that table onto the floor. It would give him some small satisfaction to see all the finery smashed to pieces. It was a fucking shame he hadn't been able to smash Brian's face in.
How fucking dare that scum bag do this to Giselle? Zeb had never liked the other man. He'd told himself it was just his jealous feelings clouding his opinion of the far too slick Brian. After all, the blasted man had got to Giselle, before Zeb had managed to pluck up the courage to tell his best friend that he loved her.
The hesitant click clack of her heels behind him told him that Giselle had finally emerged out of the ladies. She'd retreated in there after finding her asshole fiancé fucking her best friend at their wedding rehearsal dinner.
"You're still here?" she asked.
Zeb turned around and smiled at her.
"Where else would I be, treacle?"
Her beautiful eyes filled with fresh tears, and he opened his arms, grateful beyond belief when she flung herself into them and snuggled close.
"I've been such a fool, Zeb."
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