Chapter 6 - THE FALL OF THE BRIDE
The ballroom became a theater of misery as the Groom stood up, his tuxedo jacket disheveled and ruined.
"You married me for the trust fund, and you stole the family jewels to pay off your own debt," he realized.
"I didn't have a choice!" the Bride defended herself, but the crowd of elite guests was already whispering, pointing fingers.
Elena stood tall, her burgundy two-piece set standing out against the white decor, a beacon of raw, unfiltered truth.
"You blamed the pregnant woman because you thought I was the easiest target in the room," Elena said calmly.
"You are nothing," the Bride spat, her mascara running down her cheeks, turning her into a caricature of grief.
"I am the woman who has your signed confession on an encrypted server," Elena said, her voice soft but deadly.
The Mother-in-law turned toward Elena, her eyes narrowing with a mix of hatred and a begrudging, terrified respect.
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"Who are you?" the Older Woman asked, the arrogance finally stripped away from her elegant, aged features.
"I am the person who just bought your family’s holding company," Elena replied, checking her watch with deliberate, slow movements.
