Chapter 3 - The Dead Woman Returns Down The Church Aisle
Federal Agent Vance stepped between us, pushing Adrian backward with the cold, unyielding authority of the United States government.
Behind her, the massive oak doors of the cathedral swung fully open, letting a surge of bright midday sunlight flood the sanctuary.
Walking slowly down the center aisle was a woman wearing a tailored navy suit and carrying a thick leather briefcase.
Her dark hair was streaked with silver, and her eyes held a fierce, unforgotten fire that made Adrian turn completely ash-white.
“Hello, Adrian,” the woman said calmly, her voice carrying effortlessly to every corner of the packed church.
Celeste clutched her pearls, her knees buckling as she whispered a name that hadn't been spoken aloud in over a decade.
“Clara... that’s impossible. You died in the yacht explosion in the Mediterranean,” Celeste choked out in sheer horror.
Clara stopped halfway down the aisle, her sharp gaze locking onto the man who had stolen her identity, her company, and her life.
“I didn't die, Celeste,” Clara replied smoothly. “Your son just made sure I couldn't return until the statute of limitations on fraud expired.”
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The wedding guests erupted into chaotic murmurs, realizing they were witnessing the public unravelling of a criminal empire.
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