---- "Move." Creeps like him always showed up at parties like this. I figured he was just another loser. Then he grabbed me-and yanked at my dress. "What the hell?!" Cold air hit my skin. Lily popped up, fake-gasping like it was her full-time job. "Kayla, I get that you're mad at Bryson for not protecting you, for everything you've been through- but hooking up with another guy at your own engagement party? Just to get back at him? You're a disgrace to women." She said it loud enough for the whole party to hear. People turned. Bryson shoved through the crowd. One look at me and his face darkened. "Restrain him!" The guy dropped to his knees, blubbering. "It's not my fault! She came on to me-ripped her own dress! ---- Please, don't hurt me!" Bryson looked ready to explode. "Kayla, you seriously need help. If you're not marrying me, fine. You can recover in a hospital." He waved to the bodyguards. They closed in. My chest tightened. The guy who once promised forever? Now trying to lock me up. "Grab her." His voice echoed like a verdict. Backed into a corner, I stopped fighting. Then-warmth. Someone pulled me in tight.