Chapter 2 - Ethan Pierce Escorts His Daughter To The Waiting Car
Ethan gripped eleven-year-old Lucy’s cold, damp hand tight as they pushed through the heavy wooden chapel doors into the pouring rain.
The cold drops hit his face, washing away the lingering warmth of the altar lights and bringing sharp clarity to his shattered mind.
Outside on the cobblestone driveway, high-society wedding guests huddled under black umbrellas, watching in absolute shock as the groom walked away.
“Where is your mom, Lucy? Is she nearby?” Ethan asked, his voice shaking with a terrifying mix of urgency and grief.
Lucy wiped rainwater from her eyes with her sleeve, pointing toward a beaten-up yellow taxi parked near the church iron gates.
“She’s in a small hospice care unit in Brooklyn, Dad... she told me not to come, but I had to find you,” Lucy whispered softly.
Ethan opened the back door of his black luxury SUV, gently lifting his newly discovered daughter inside before slamming the door shut.
He climbed into the driver’s seat, tore his satin bowtie from his neck, and threw it onto the floorboard in complete disgust.
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As he slammed his foot down on the accelerator, he caught sight of Victoria in his rearview mirror, running through the rain in her ruined gown.
Her expensive veil dragged through muddy puddles, her frantic screams drowned out entirely by the roaring storm and the engine’s power.
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