The Emrald Hall was filled with the cream of society. The room was packed with business tycoons, elite CEOs, and high-profile guests, all gathered to celebrate the union of Alastair and Aya.
As she stood beside him, greeting guests and relatives, Alastair was the epitome of charm and elegance, his arm possessively around her waist, his possessive side on display for all to see. He introduced her to various important figures, presenting her as his wife, the one he had claimed as his own.
Throughout the evening, Alastair was never far from Aya's side, his hand always finding a way to touch her, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes about his possessive nature. He made sure to introduce her to the most important guests, proudly proclaiming her as his wife to everyone.
Whenever someone would approach her, he would be there, his eyes watching closely, his body language protective and territorial. He was staking his claim on you, making it clear to all present that she was his and his alone.
Alastair's attention was drawn away from the current conversation he was having as he noticed Ann approaching. He stiffened as she made her way towards him, his expression becoming a mixture of irritation and disbelief.
He excused himself from the discussion, turning to face Ann with a cold glare. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice clipped and icy.
Ann was looking at him and said.
"Please I want five minutes I know I have done the unforgivable. But I just want to say to you a thing."
Alastair's expression did not soften. He was guarded, wary of her intentions. But a part of him was curious as to why she would dare to approach him, especially at this venue, on his wedding day.
He let out a heavy sigh, gesturing for her to speak. "Five minutes," he said coldly. "Make it quick."
Ann's voice was breaking as her eyes were filled with tears as she said.
"I want you to know that I know what I did was wrong. I was insecure, weak and stupid. I don't know what came over me. I'm not asking for your forgiveness, but I want you to know that I deeply regret how things ended. Your happiness matters to me, no matter how painful it is."
Alastair's expression softened, his gaze losing some of its initial harshness as he listened to her words. He was taken aback by her sincerity, her vulnerability. It was a side of her he had never seen before.
He let out a heavy sigh, raking a hand through his hair. "You think you can just waltz back into my life after all this time? You think a few tearful words can undo the pain you caused?"
Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, her voice filled with remorse and desperation.
"Please, Alastair. I was a fool, blinded by my own insecurities and selfishness. I know I caused you pain and hurt, and I can never forgive myself for that. But I'm begging you, please give me another chance."
She was on the verge of breaking down, completely vulnerable before him.
Alastair's expression was conflicted, his emotions torn between the pain of the past and the plea in her eyes. He had moved on with his life, found happiness with you, and here she was, begging him to undo it all.
He clenched his jaw, his voice cold and guarded, "Why should I give you a chance? After everything you put me through, what makes you think I'd trust you again?"
As he told her to leave and got back to Aya as Ann was angry she thought it all happened because of Aya that she snatched him from her as she took the knife and thought he will get back to her once she kills her as she was coming to Aya but guards hold her as when Alastair knew about this he slapped her and said.
Alastair's expression was thunderous as he realized what Ann was attempting to do. He was filled with anger and protectiveness, knowing that she had targeted Aya.
He rushed over to intervene, grabbing Ann by the shoulder, his jaw clenched. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he growled, his voice a mixture of rage and disbelief.
Before she could even respond, he slammed her against the wall, his grip on her forceful. "How dare you try to harm my wife?!"
Ann was struggling in his hold, her expression filled with anger and desperation. She spat back at him.
"She took you away from me! She came between us, and now I'm left with nothing. I deserve to be with you, not her!"
Alastair's grip tightened on her shoulders, his eyes fiery with anger and protectiveness. "You don't deserve s**t," he spat back, his voice harsh and biting. "You had your chance, and you threw it away. You broke my heart, and now you expect me to what? Just forgive you?"
He pushed her forcefully against the wall, pinning her in place. "She is my wife, not you. Deal with it."
As guards took her away as Aya came to him.
Alastair's gaze flicked towards Aya as she approached, and he quickly closed the distance between them. In an instant, he had her in his arms, his grip tight and protective.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice filled with concern and worry. His eyes were searching hers, checking for any signs of distress or harm.
He gently cradled her face in his hands, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. "She didn't hurt you, did she?"
Aya smiled softly and said.
"I'm fine honey"
Alastair's worry subsided slightly as he heard Aya's reassurances, but he still kept her close, his arms wrapped around her protectively.
"Good. That's good," he replied, his voice filled with relief. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry about all this mess. That woman is unhinged."
He pulled her a little closer, his embrace tight and possessive. "I won't let her hurt you again," he murmured, his voice filled with determination. "You're mine, and I'll do anything to protect you."
He paused for a moment, his gaze becoming serious. "Promise me you won't leave my side for the rest of the evening. I can't risk anything happening to you."
Aya smiled softly and nodded yes.
Alastair's expression softened at Aya's nod, reassured by her agreement. He gave her one more tight squeeze, his arms firmly around her waist.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "You stay close to me. I'm not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night."