“You’re crazy,” Spencer hissed. “Leave in three minutes or I’ll drag you out myself.”

Paisley arrived behind him with a glass of red wine. “You don’t understand, Phoebe. He’s mine,” she said, and she threw the wine against my dress.

I grabbed her wrist before she could savor the moment. The glass fell onto the marble and shattered loudly. Spencer shouted my name in front of everyone.

“Excuse me,” Spencer said afterward, forcing a smile for the watching guests. “My wife isn’t quite right in the head. I’ll send her home.”

Then I saw the door to the ballroom open behind him. A silver-haired man entered with four bodyguards and three of the country’s most powerful businessmen behind him.

My father had arrived, and nobody was prepared to hear what he was going to say.

The ballroom seemed to hold its breath as the doors remained open behind him. Everyone who had mocked, ignored, or judged me only minutes earlier now watched in complete silence. Spencer still had no idea how completely his world was about to change.