Perhaps it was grudging resentment once, but now it had turned into hate.
He was the one she received mockery from these two women for, the humiliation of today was his doing, and even if she laid it all out, the person at fault would still be her.
It was her who capriciously wanted to break off the engagement with Trenton Smith, depleting her father's last bits of kindness and patience. She thought she was marrying love, only to realize it was a humiliating conspiracy in the end.
In the end, still, no one loved her, and she even made herself so wretched.
Her eyes were dry, yet not a single tear fell; she just hated the man before her, indifferent. Why, after he had caused her so much pain, could he still not let her go?
She wouldn't marry him even in death, wouldn't fulfill his wishes. It didn't matter who he married; she refused to be the stepping stone for that man's love.
