Please! It’s our wedding day! Think of the merger!”

William stopped just out of her reach. He looked at her with eyes that had seen the worst of humanity and found it lacking in the woman in front of him.

“That’s your defense?” His voice was dead flat. “You wouldn’t have hit a General — but it was perfectly fine to bash a homeless addict’s skull in? It was perfectly fine to attack your own sister over a smudge of dirt?”

“She ruined my dress!” Chloe shrieked, pointing at the tiny gray spot, entirely oblivious to the blood pooling on the floor.

William reached for his left hand and twisted the heavy platinum band off his finger.

“No. No, Will, don’t do this!” Chloe screamed, lunging, her nails scratching at his jacket. “You can’t leave me! We’re the perfect couple! I’m your wife!”