Chapter 7 - The Pastor Drops His Bible
The heavy leather-bound Bible slipped from the pastor’s trembling fingers, thudding loudly against the wooden floorboards of the altar.
He didn't even bend down to pick it up, his eyes darting frantically between the billion-dollar dossier and the glowing bride.
“You... you tested everyone in this parish, didn't you, Mr. Vanguard?” the pastor whispered, finding his voice at last.
“I simply lived among them for six months to see who valued human dignity over bank accounts,” Daniel replied calmly.
“And I found my answer right here in the front row among the gossipers and the mockers.”
A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the congregation, broken only by the faint ticking of the old church clock on the wall.
No one dared to breathe, let alone whisper, terrified that the billionaire’s piercing gaze might land on them next.
Grace gently reached out, placing her hand over Daniel’s chest to ground him amidst the overwhelming storm of judgment.
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“Let it go, Daniel,” she whispered softly, her voice carrying a profound grace that put every harsh word to shame.
“We are married now, and that is all that matters in this world.”
