From the Streets to the Altar: A Story of Betrayal, Truth, and Redemption

The days passed in tension and confusion.

Ethan tried to make the best of it. Olivia was kind, but distant. Victoria, on the other hand, watched him like a hawk.

But something nagged at Ethan’s mind — a brooch Victoria wore. It was gold, shaped like a rose. He couldn’t place it at first.

But slowly, memories stirred. A melody. A lullaby. A woman’s voice.

He didn’t know what it meant yet, but the feeling was strong.

And unsettling.

The Wedding Day

The church was filled with New York’s elite. Whispers filled the air: “Is that the beggar groom?” “What’s this family doing?”

Ethan stood at the altar, trying not to sweat through his suit.

Then Olivia entered, dressed in white, looking like something from a dream. Their eyes met.

Ethan saw it all in her gaze — fear, strength, doubt.

And then Victoria stood.

“I have something to say,” she announced to the crowd.

What followed was a tirade — exposing Ethan’s past, mocking Olivia’s choices, painting herself as the martyr.

But then Ethan stepped forward.

The Truth Comes Out

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