Elaine’s next words rang with cold determination. “I’m filing for divorce, and I will take half of everything you own. You will pay for what you’ve done, Vincent.” The crowd murmured in shock, horrified by the unfolding drama. Vincent’s face contorted, panic evident in his eyes.
Gasps rippled through the church, a wave of disbelief crashing over the gathered guests. The priest, standing at the altar, looked aghast, his hands frozen mid-blessing. This was not the sanctified union he had expected to officiate.