Chapter 9 - THE ESCAPE FROM THE ESTATE
Before Clara could process his next move, Damon turned and began walking away from the altar toward the parking area.
"Damon, where are you going?!" Clara called out, her heart shattering as she watched him retreat into the distance.
"To fix what my family broke, Clara," he shouted back without turning around, his stride steady and unyielding.
The photographers snapped frantic pictures, capturing every single angle of the most infamous wedding crash in US history.
Eleanor was cornered by her own terrified corporate lawyers, who were desperately trying to salvage what little dignity remained.
Clara stood alone on the manicured lawn, the pink lace train of her dress pooling around her feet like a tragic puddle.
She didn't cry anymore; a cold, resilient strength settled deep into her bones, replacing the naive girl who walked down the aisle.
She reached down, unzipped her high heels, and kicked them off onto the grass with a sharp, decisive motion.
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She gathered the heavy fabric of her bridal gown in her hands and began walking purposefully toward her own car.
The fairy tale was dead, but the real war for justice and truth was only just beginning to take shape.
