chapter one hundred and forty-eight

Tyler's POV

I began to drive back home, and I remembered the day Emily and I got married. I think I already liked her; I just didn't realize it because on that day, I felt happy and fulfilled. At the time, I thought it was because I was starting my revenge plan well, but looking back today, I was happy because I was starting my life with the woman of my dreams.

**Flashback**

I sighed once more and squinted my eyes. When I opened them again, the music was already playing, and people seated in rows were turned backward, their hair blowing in their faces from the beach breeze. Emily was squeezing her father's arm more than usual, but only I noticed. I had spent too much time with her that I could already sense her nervousness.

She approached nervously, but maintained an open smile and her shining eyes locked on me. Her dress wasn't too much or too little; it was simply perfect for her body. It had delicate rose details and a back neckline that left her almost bare. It was long like a tra