remorse as he faced her. The smug confidence radiating from him was like a steel wall, impenetrable

fore him, the man she had envisioned as her partner for life,

th a mocking smile, she twirled the ring around her finger, its diamond glinting maliciously in the light. "Oh, sweetheart," she cooed, a glint of mockery in her ey

her like a tidal wave. The laughter and admiration from guests transformed into a deadly silen

cene like a storm. She swept in, draped in an imposing gown of royal blue adorned with silver, her prese

tial, son. You've brought nothing but shame on us!" Her voice cut like a knife, laden with scorn. "Amara was never fit to be a

reeping back onto his lips as if relishing the humiliation he was thrusting upon her. "Exactly. I finally chose someone who understands our world and can

one of her being felt like it was snapping under the weight of their disdain. She had trusted Tade;

. It felt as if the air itself turned toxic, tainted by the betrayal that hung palpably in the atmosphere. Amara could tas

self to fall for the illusion? The moment was too much; the suffocating atmosphere was closing in, the walls of the cathedral t

ounding her. With humiliation burning in her cheeks, she turned on her heels, the echo of her heels striking the marble floor resonating lik

of Tade's cruel words pressed down like a leaden blanket. The fabric of her wedding gown caught at her

th ashes of her shattered dreams. She could feel the cool breeze as she bur

ful and unyielding. Today might have been stolen from her, but she would reclaim her narrative, no matter what it took. The batt

ewing inside her heart. The guests shifted uncomfortably, their murmurs buzzing like angry bees in a hive. The wa

s, devoid of any remorse. He stood before her, the smug confidence radiating from him like an impenetra

chless. She searched for any sign of remorse in his eyes but found only

aliciously in the light. "Oh, sweetheart," she cooed, her voice laced with mockery, "you really thought Tade would marry yo

blanket of darkness. How could Bimpe stand there, exuding such arrogance while reveling in her pain? The

ain palpable. She was dressed in an imposing gown of royal blue, exuding authority. Her

e this pathetic woman over your family? How foolish! Amara was never fit to be part of

nged with disdain. "You're quite the fool if you believe this betrayal won't

n combined with Tade's indifference nearly brought her to her knees. She had been stripped of her dignity in front o

sphere that suffocated her senses. Each inhalation felt heavy, tainted by the betrayal that had taken root in that sac

sight of the wedding guests, their expressions a fusion of curiosity and pity, and felt the stinging heat of shame creep i

f defiance. The ripple of surprise echoed through the crowd, but she would no

to break her. But in that moment, she recognized that this would not be the last cha

ce to rise above the chaos. "You may think this day belongs to you, but make no

ering with uncertainty. Amara realized, in that instants of confrontation, that

was not the end. The battle was just beginning, and she would emerge-not as the scorned bri