Emily's POV

“Stop this rubbish, Emily!”

Brad stormed into the hall, his hair tousled, his face red with fury. I could see the veins in his neck standing out, and for a moment, I thought he might tear the place apart.

“You bitch! You think you can just get married like that and I’ll let you?” he shouted, storming toward me.

I instinctively took a step back, but before he could reach me, Tyler stepped in front of me, his hands in his pockets like he was completely ...