Marcus continued his grand wedding preparations with obsessive determination, even more elaborate than the day he proposed.After discovering Victoria's lies, he threw himself into the wedding planning like a man possessed, convinced that a perfect ceremony would somehow erase three years of pain.He sent invitations to all the influential figures in the city—pack leaders, business moguls, old family friends who had watched our relationship bloom."It has to be perfect," he told the wedding planner for the hundredth time. "Emma deserves perfect."The invitations were embossed with gold, the cathedral booked for the entire day, the reception hall decorated with thousands of imported roses.Marcus spent a fortune he didn't have, borrowing against his future just to create the wedding of my dreams.The day before the wedding, I called Vincent.I had been monitoring Victoria's family since their financial collapse, waiting for the right moment. Vincent had been drinking heavily, drowning h
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