Chapter 81

Emelda's POV

My heart pounded in my chest as I raced out of the event hall and through the hallways, searching frantically for Bryan.

I felt nauseated as I increased my pace, but I didn't stop. I had to find him, and had to know what was happening.

Just when I stopped to catch my breath after a ten minute futile search I finally spotted him, standing alone at the top of a hallway. He looked like a statue, his body rigid with anger.

Without hesitating, I climbed up the steps, my mind determined to find answers.

"Bryan," I called out, my voice hoarse with emotion. "What's the matter hun."

He didn't move, his eyes fixed on the window ahead.

"Who is he, Emelda?" Bryan finally uttered, his voice like a knife in the dark and his eyes red with fury. "Who is the man in the video? What does he have that you would throw everything away for him?"

I shook my head in confusion, “What man, what vi…”

Before I could even finish my sentence, Bryan grabbed my arm, his grip like iron as he pulled