Vincent, sensing the crumbling ground beneath him, tried to step forward, his hands raised defensively. “Elaine, please, it’s not what you think. I can explain,” he stammered, his voice wavering. But Elaine cut him off sharply, her glare slicing through his feeble attempt at damage control.
“No, Vincent,” Elaine snapped, her voice echoing through the church. “There is nothing to explain. You’ve been caught red-handed with a double life. Adultery, fraud… You’ve lied to us all.” Her grip tightened on her daughter’s hand, her eyes flashing with fury and betrayal.