I Crashed His Wedding with His Lover at My Funeral

Abigail: That woman has poisoned you against me! Everything fell apart the second you brought her here. Crack—Jonathan slams his palm across my cheek. “Lily didn’t turn me against you. You ruined us all on your own. Repeat that, and you’ll pay dearly.” Jonathan and I ran my father’s desert convoy for three happy years, till he brought Lily home. She got every wish fulfilled, while I was labeled overly dramatic.