As Matilda’s objection hung in the air, the heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open. A woman, tall and composed, stepped inside, holding the hand of a young girl. Her face was tight with anger and disbelief, her eyes locking onto Vincent with a cold stare.
“I’m Elaine,” the woman announced loudly, her voice steady but charged with emotion. “Vincent’s wife.” A murmur of shock rippled through the guests. Elaine continued, “We’ve been married for twelve years and have a daughter together.” Her gaze shifted to Melissa, who looked utterly bewildered.