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Inside were 9,998 photos, printed exquisitely, like a smaller version of the album I had burned. Before he could say anything, I grabbed it from him and tossed it into the swimming pool nearby. Startled, Carl hastily jumped into the pool to retrieve it. But the album was long gone, just like our relationship—there was no way to salvage it. Watching the soaked and desperate Carl climb out of the pool, I expressionlessly added, "Carl, I think we both know exactly what you wanted from being with me. Even though we were never really together, I'm giving you a proper farewell.

Only a discarded veil lay carelessly abandoned on the floor. The murmurs in the crowd swelled to a roar. "No way… Did the bride just ditch the wedding?" someone shouted.

I would thank her tho for taking John off my hands, because of her I was able to realize how much of an ass he was. “Stop trying to act strong. I heard you almost committed suicide. I would have loved to see you jump though. The news everywhere would have been, Alicia Peter, abandoned on her wedding fell off the cliff to end her life. Such a weak woman. You stole the pleasure of seeing you face flat to the ground in your wedding dress now covered in your own blood.” I hear a tiny chuckle from my side and I turn to met his gaze. These men were laughing off my misery. I can never spare them the thought of living.

The pressure and confusion in the air became unbearable, threatening to overwhelm her. In a moment of sheer desperation, Khana made a decision that would change the course of her life. She threw the bouquet high into the air. The petals soared like a symbol of her scattered thoughts. As the bouquet arced gracefully, she turned and ran down the aisle, her gown billowing behind her like an ethereal specter. Gasps and shocked exclamations filled the church as Khana's figure vanished through the imposing wooden doors. Richard was left standing at the altar, watching in stunned disbelief as his heart shattered. He had thought he would marry the woman.

I asked for a man who would love and cherished me, but then again I got abandoned at the altar, why is my life so complicated, "Ahhhhhh…….." I screamed in anger hoping my pains would go away, but no….they are still stuck with me, the look on Charles and Hennesy's faces kept on flashing like a movie, the look of mockery they had on their faces, they planned that wedding just to mock me, Charles planned to disgrace me in front of everybody regardless of how much I loved him

Color drained from his face as he read. “No…” he whispered. “That’s not possible.” A screen at the back of the hall flickered to life…news breaking across multiple outlets. DAMIEN KANE BANKRUPT. ALL ALLIANCES TERMINATED, POLITICAL CAREER COLLAPSES OVERNIGHT The words felt like poetry. Damien turned to me slowly, horror dawning. “Althea… what did you do?” I stepped closer, lifting my veil. “I finished my vows,” I said softly. And the world shattered around us.

And yet… when the adrenaline faded, something darker filled the space it left behind. Damien. The name itself burned like acid. He had stood at the altar with me. My hands trembling in lace gloves, my heart wide open, believing every promise whispered in the dark. And then—humiliation. Betrayal. Abandonment. His voice cutting through the sanctuary, shattering the illusion. “I can’t do this, Elena.” I had never wanted to disappear more than in that moment. I had wanted the ground to split open and swallow me whole. And when he walked away, leaving whispers, stares, and pity in his wake, a part of me died on that altar.

... The wedding was set for the 28th of next month. A bit rushed, but not crazy. I hadn't seen Ezio since that video call. Harriet told me he was grinding through work to clear his schedule for the wedding and honeymoon. I wasn't sure if I bought it. I kept hearing about Desmond through friends. He and Megan posted a couple's photo online, then deleted it a week later. A friend vented, "I bet he's trying to get your attention. Guys like that are immature, thinking they can make you jealous with that."

She died before the ambulance could arrive. Shawn came to find me several times later, but he stopped after being warned by Martin. I told Martin not to target him. His talents could not support his career, so he would soon suffer for his actions. Sure enough, Shawn went bankrupt half a year later. The year Liam got accepted into his PhD program, we got together. The Young family quickly arranged for him to get married into the Zachman family. On the day we received our marriage license, we saw a beggar on the road. The beggar was insane, shouting, "Give... Give me!" He froze at the sight of me and ran away, covering his head.

The events of the last couple of days—finding out he had a son, getting married, and watching his niece’s life implode—had aged him. "Let's watch a movie," Eric suggested, sitting heavily on the sofa. We settled in, Finn sandwiched between us. It was a domestic scene, a peaceful moment. We managed to watch twenty minutes of a cartoon before the program was suddenly interrupted by a jarring sound. "Breaking News." The cartoon vanished, replaced by a stern-looking news anchor sitting behind a desk. The banner at the bottom of the screen read: DISASTER AT THE ALTAR. "The much-anticipated wedding between socialite Chloe Kingston and Alexander Hawthorne has ended in a bitter, scandalous scene," t