Madilyn’s POV

I slam the car door harder than I mean to. The sound echoes across the quiet parking lot of the Harrington Children’s Hope Gala. I don’t care. My hands are trembling, my heart pounding with fury.

How dare he? Cole Harrington, of all men, humiliates me. In front of everyone and in front of Elena Whitmore. Now Elena Harrington. Even her name makes me want to spit. I grip the steering wheel, nails digging into the leather. I can still see his face when he defended her, his eyes ...