I was standing in my wedding dress, just minutes before walking down the aisle, when the man I loved looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. My parents are categorically against such a poor daughter-in-law.”

in handcuffs.

I arrived midway through Mrs. Vale’s speech, wearing a midnight-blue dress instead of white this time.

The ballroom went silent when I entered.

Cameras flashed instantly.

Adrian noticed me first.

His face lost all color.

Mrs. Vale tightened her grip on the podium.

“Security.”

“No need,” a voice answered from the back of the ballroom.

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