Every girl dreamt of her perfect wedding since she was a kid. Mine had always been a spring wedding.
No bride dreamt of sharing her special day—Mr. Brown knew that and wanted to use it to punish me.
Forcing me to share a wedding date with Lindsay was his way of getting back at me for defying him. He didn't realize he was giving me my day back.
"Drake went by Walter, not Brown, his whole life. Did you know that?" I asked.
He nodded, his hands tightening around the wheel. "Yes."
"Why do you think your dad suddenly introduced him to the world as his son?"
His jaw clenched. "Because he's a maniac."
He wasn't wrong.
"Because he wanted to make you jealous," I said.
"What?"
"You hate Drake, don't you?"
He rolled his eyes. "Isn't that obvious?"
"The same way I despise Lindsay," I heaved a sigh. "Why do you think I'm fake marrying you to get back at her?"
I stared at him. "Hate makes us do many things. It is far more powerful than love."
