The Bride’s Cruel Speech
The ballroom shimmered with wealth and pretense.
Guests laughed, glasses clinked, and Gavin played the role of the perfect groom.
Amara sat quietly at the back, invisible, determined not to cause a scene.
Then Serena rose, her champagne flute catching the light, her smile sharp as glass.
“When I met Gavin,” she began, her voice carrying across the room, “he was broken. Damaged by someone who didn’t know how to love him. A woman who almost ruined him. But I saved him. I healed him. And today… he is finally where he belongs.”
Her words sliced deeper than knives.
Laughter rippled through the crowd. And with one smug glance toward the back, Serena made sure everyone knew exactly who she meant.
