My Fiancée Sent Me to Jail for Her Assistant,Now She Begs for Me Back

My fiancée Jean Henson—still in her wedding dress—refused to walk down the aisle. Because I wouldn't grovel to her male assistant, Basil Chavez.

"Jean, the guests are already here."

I frowned, reminding her to stop acting like a child.

She turned on me without warning.

She stared me down, cold as stone. "When you get on that stage, you're going to apologize to Basil in front of everyone. If he forgives you, I'll marry you."

My brows knotted together. "And if I don't?"

"Then there's no wedding."

Jean pulled off her veil and dropped it into the trash can.

"You're serious?"