The ceremony hall was packed with nearly two hundred guests. Politicians, investors, attorneys, and wealthy socialites filled the seats beneath crystal chandeliers. As the doors opened, every head turned toward me.
The whispers started immediately. People noticed the stain before I even reached the middle of the aisle. Margaret’s confident smile slowly disappeared. Beside her, Ethan shifted nervously as confusion spread across his face.
By the time I reached the altar, the entire room felt tense. The officiant opened his book and prepared to begin, but I gently raised my hand. Then I turned toward Ethan and handed him a thick envelope.
“Before we continue,” I said quietly, “there’s something everyone deserves to know.” The room fell silent. Ethan opened the envelope, and the color drained from his face-
