CHAPTER 3 — The Wedding That Ended Before the Vows
Patricia’s face changed slowly.
From shock.
To anger.
To panic.
“This is all a trick,” she snapped. “Andrew, tell them. This woman manipulated everything.”
But Andrew didn’t respond.
He was still staring at Clara.
Like he was trying to find the woman he thought he knew.
Clara picked up the torn silk of her wedding dress.
Looked at it.
Then let it fall.
“I spent six months making this day about love,” she said softly.
“And you spent it proving it never existed here.”
A quiet breath moved through the guests.
The judge opened another document.
“There is one final clause,” he said.
Andrew stiffened.
“What now?”
The judge read.
“If marriage proceeds under fraud, coercion, or misrepresentation of property ownership…”
“…all pre-signed marital agreements are nullified.”
A pause.
“And financial benefits are void.”
Patricia froze.
“What financial benefits?”
The judge looked up.
“The Whitlock merger agreement.”
Silence.
Then chaos.
Andrew turned sharply.
“What are you talking about?”
Clara finally stepped forward.
Slowly.
Calmly.
“I agreed to the wedding,” she said.
“Because your company was failing.”
Patricia shook her head violently.
“No. That’s not true.”
Clara looked at her.
“It was.”
“And I offered a merger.”
A pause.
“Under one condition.”
Her eyes met Andrew’s.
“That you treat me as an equal.”
Andrew’s voice broke slightly.
“And I didn’t.”
Clara nodded.
“No.”
The manager stepped forward again.
“The merger contract included a morality clause.”
“Any act of public humiliation or abuse toward the bride before completion voids the agreement.”
Andrew’s breath stopped.
Patricia whispered.
“What does that mean?”
The judge answered quietly.
“It means the Whitlock Group loses all access to Mason Capital funding.”
A ripple spread through the ballroom.
Phones were already buzzing.
Executives whispering.
Lawyers stepping back.
Andrew looked around the room like it had suddenly turned into a different world.
“You can’t do this,” he said.
Clara met his eyes one last time.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You did.”
She turned slightly.
“To me.”
A long silence followed.
Then the wedding music stopped completely.
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No one restarted it.
Because there was nothing left to celebrate.
