My voice echoed throughout the chapel effortlessly.
All the turns turned.
Ethan blinked as if he had misheard.
The celebrant remained very still.
I took the microphone.
My hands weren't quite still, but still enough.
“You can’t stand here making promises to me in front of everyone who loves us,” I said, “when I heard what you said in that hallway an hour ago.”
The room fell silent.
"I heard you tell Connor that you never loved me. That this baby doesn't change anything. That Vanessa is the person you love. That this marriage is simply the most comfortable option for you right now."
The silence that followed lasted only a few seconds.
Then, from the third row, a chair swung back forcefully and fell.
A woman in a dark green dress was standing.
Vanessa.
