Close-up—
rage.
Shock.
Control slipping.
But the waiter didn’t react.
Didn’t blink.
His eyes stayed cold.
Still.
“No… she’s already married.”
The words cut deeper than the wine.
A ripple hit the room.
Gasps.
Whispers.
Phones rising.
Then—
a slap.
Sharp.
Echoing.
“LIAR!”
Her hand trembled in the air.
But he didn’t move.
Didn’t even turn his head.
“You can’t hide truth with a slap.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Crushing.
The camera slowly pulled back—
revealing a room frozen in judgment.
The groom turned.
Slow.
Like it physically hurt.
The pride was gone.
Something worse had taken its place.
“Tell me it’s false.”
Close-up on her face—
perfect makeup cracking under tears.
Her lips trembled.
“I wanted a new life…”
The words barely made it out.
But everyone heard them.
Every single person.
His hand tightened.
Then released.
The ring came off.
Fast.
Violent.
He threw it.
The camera followed—
spinning—
glinting—
bouncing across marble—
echoing louder than anything else.
And then—
BOOM.
The massive doors slammed open.
Light flooded the hall.
Blinding.
Cold.
Final.
The crowd erupted.
Chaos.
Movement.
Voices rising—
And just as someone stepped through the doorway—
Black.
Bass hit.
Part 2 in the comments.
