“STOP!”
Every guest turned.
The bride stood frozen at the altar, bouquet slipping from her hands, while a pregnant woman in tears ran down the marble aisle.
Her heels echoed through the silent church.
She stopped inches from the groom.
“He can’t marry you.”
Whispers spread like fire.
The bride looked at the man she loved.
“…What is this?”
The groom’s face hardened.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
The bride’s heartbeat thundered in her ears.
She turned slowly between them.
“Do you know her?”
The pregnant woman placed a trembling hand on her stomach.
“I’m his wife.”
Gasps filled the chapel.
The bride staggered backward.
“No…”
The groom stepped forward, voice low and cold.
“Don’t do this.”
The woman cried openly now.
“Then tell her the truth.”
The bride stared into his eyes.
“…Say it.”
A long, crushing silence.
He looked at both women… then lowered his head.
“She’s not lying.”
The bride screamed and ripped off her veil.
But before anyone could move, the pregnant woman pulled out another document.
“And I’m not the only one.”
The groom’s face went white.
Because standing outside the chapel doors…
were two more women holding children who looked exactly like him.
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