Chapter 5 - THE SPILL OF SECRETS
Elena took her blush-pink designer handbag from the floor, shaking it out until the contents clattered onto the marble.
Lipstick, compacts, and gold rings skittered across the floor, echoing like bullets firing in the dead, tense silence.
"Is this the loot?" Elena asked, picking up a single gold ring, her eyes locking onto the Bride's panicked face.
"That’s... that’s not mine," the Bride stammered, stepping back as if the gold ring were a live hand grenade.
The Older Woman gasped, her hand flying to her throat, her navy velvet gown bunched in her trembling fists.
"That ring belongs to the family vault," the Older Woman whispered, the color draining from her face instantly.
"It does," Elena agreed, tossing the ring at the Older Woman’s feet, where it spun and settled with a sharp clink.
The Groom looked from his mother to his bride, a look of profound, devastating realization crossing his handsome face.
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"You stole from the family?" David whispered, his voice cracking with a mix of fury and pathetic, broken heartbreak.
"I did what I had to do!" the Bride cried out, her composure shattering into a thousand jagged, ugly pieces.
