Sapphire's Vow

CHAPTER 8

Sapphire St. Clair's POV

I realized my mistake as soon as I arrived at the private island my ex-husband owns while waiting for the wedding ceremony to start. I couldn't miss the curious stare the other wedding guests threw in my direction probably wondering what the heck the disobedient ex-wife was doing here. I also became aware of the malicious glare I received from the extended family of the Spiridakous for them I was the in-law from hell.

These were the same crowd who were present at my wedding—the wedding that felt like happened in a different lifetime and universe.

I don't care what they think of me. I was only here because of my long-time promise to a good friend of mine that I would be here for her wedding. I have no desire to step on my feet again on their private island. I was only here because I was caught up with my old promise.

I pretended not to notice the not-so-subtle look they openly tossed at me. I sorely regret coming to this wedding, I thought silently. I should have made excuses to Dionne on why I couldn't come to her wedding, after all.

"I'm surprised to see you here." I froze in my place. I was just about to do that—I was about to run away from all of this when I heard the familiar annoying voice of my ex-husband.

I pretended not to hear him speak behind me as I continued to gaze at the beautiful ocean spread before me. I could hear the steady waves and smell the familiar scent of this place. I won't let him bother me and be subject to these guests' unveiled interest.

"I thought my cousin couldn't persuade you to come to her wedding since weddings aren't your thing." He said with a hint of goading voice.  He moved closer to where I stood. I should have known that he would not let this opportunity pass without annoying me.

"Leave me alone," I said tightly. I don't want to create a scene while dealing with him since there was now a good amount of people curiously looking at us with undisguised interest probably wondering what he was saying to his rebellious ex-wife. "People are staring."

He smiled maddeningly in my direction, glancing briefly at the crowd. "Relax. You don't want people to speculate that our separation is not amicable, correct?"

I glared at him vehemently. "Go away. The last thing I want is for this crowd to think that I still have communication with you. Will you leave me alone and amuse yourself somewhere else as far away from me as possible?"

"Sorry, can't do that." He said without a hint of sincerity in his voice. "I don't want people to think that I haven't yet moved on from our divorce. I want to entertain my wife while she is on our private island since it's the honorable thing to do."

Honorable. I thought with such distaste in my mouth. Where was his sense of honor when I needed him the most? I was shocked at the emotion that threatened to escape my cool façade. The last thing I wanted was to open the old wounds of my past.

"What? You don't have anything to say? Cat got your tongue, Sap?" He goaded when I remain silent. I don't wish to deal with the past not now—not ever. When I needed him he was nowhere to be found and now I don't need him I can't send him away.

I smiled at him warily, belied all the emotion that swirl inside me right this moment. "Relax, this is just a wedding. We don't have to throw barbs at one another throughout the day. We can survive this without the need to kill each other."

My words were met by a very angry stare from this insensitive Greek man, his eyes turned like the Arctic region. "Just a wedding?" He repeated furiously. "So weddings aren't important to you? No wonder you treated our marriage like crap."